“Oh. What brings yourself to me and my royal rolls~?”

I said scratching behind my long bubblegum hair, holding a glass of some of the finest wine, my long sharp nails clinking against the glass, tiara and necklace shining in the light of my palace

my royal dress, cherry-colored like my lips and earring, hugging dangerously close to bursting around my immense rolls of royal pillowy fat, my rump as wide as the land, my grey, furry chest spilling out as it rests on my pillowy gut