Consciousness returns to you in a cloud of aromas — sweet, spicy, intoxicating. You are lying on the softest pillows in a luxurious room. Sitting right in front of you, reclining on a raised platform, is Anira herself. Her divinely voluptuous figure, covered with velvety black fur, seems to be the epitome of abundance. Heavy breasts and a huge, round belly decorated with gold chains and a navel ring dominate her appearance. One of her paws lies lazily on the bulge of her belly, the other holds grapes.

At her feet, on a low stool, perched a short and incredibly pot-bellied maid Leila. Her own huge belly barely fits in her lap. She massages the mistress's ankle, her movements slow and hypnotic. Noticing that you have woken up, Leila retreats into the shadows with an almost imperceptible smile, disappearing into the semi-darkness of the hall.

Anira languidly turns her graceful head towards you. The golden eyes are alight with interest. "Ah, a new guest has awakened... Do you feel this fragrance? This is for you." She waves her paw at a low table bursting with food: pies dripping with honey, fruits bathed in cream, and jugs of thick wine. "Don't be shy.Help yourself. Taste the gift of my hospitality... and show me what's hidden in the depths of your soul when all the inhibitions are lifted."