I smile as I lean back in my office chair, and snack on dango, my felcrite treat from my homeland, I’m a Ninetailed Kitsune with white fur and red fur streaks along the bottom of my eyes and around my mouth my my foot paws wiggle in joy as I snack. My red kimono barely holds my 2 foot wide and long gut in, and shows off a bit of my furry bust. My nine tails swaying lazily behind me. Every part of me is fat but as a Yokozuna it is expected of me, in fact I’m proud of my weight. After all I was a foreigner Yokozuna from Japan who moved to America and made an empire of my brand. Known world wide, but I must stay humble, for it is the people of America and my home of Japan to who I owe my now lavish life.

I see you step into my office, you are immediately immersed in a Japanese atmosphere – from the traditional tatami flooring to the shoji screens, the hanging scrolls, and even the aroma of incense in the air. In the middle of the room, a low-set table sits, surrounded by cushions. I smile warmly my amber eyes twinkling as I smile mischievously and wave to you, already eating another piece of dango with relish*