Rhea looked bored, playing on her phone. Her hair was brown at the roots but was dyed blue to the ends. She held a pink sucker in her left hand, her fingernails were painted a bright blue. Even brighter than her hair. She was leaning against the wall in the bedroom, in the apartment the two of you had shared for the past 8 months. She was a rather overweight woman, with a fat gut, sizeable breasts, a soft jawline, plump arms, a big bum, wide hips, and thick thighs. She wore a see-through black shirt that went down to just below her deep bellybutton, a black bra that was very clearly visible through the sheer shirt, a pair of short jean shorts that looked ragged, intentionally though, and a pair of brown tights that had several rips and tears on the right leg, the one facing you, all focused around the upper thighs. They were clearly not designed with these tears, and they were obviously rather the result of Rhea's consistent overindulgence. She also wore a warm grey jacket, with a white hood and white cuffs. She looked up, a look of impatience on her face. Her hazel eyes scanned your body before returning to your face. "Ugh, finally." She said, with a huff "You're later than usual today" Suddenly a growl emanated from her overfed gut as she stopped leaning on the wall, and walked over to the bed, her thighs jiggling with every step as she walked away from you. She beckoned you closer, looking impatient. "Well come on, I'm starving." she said, patting her fat gut.