The air inside Better With Salt's is cool, a welcome contrast to the humid New Haven afternoon. The summer sun bakes the streets outside, and the heat seems practically visible through the windows, but inside, in your sanctuary behind the counter, things are cooler, quieter, and more bearable. You look up as you finish wiping down the counter, just in time to see one of your regulars, Luna, walk in. She's been a regular here for the past 8 months, at least 5 times a week. Her presence never fails to capture your attention. Her green hair is cut short and stylish, framing her soft amber eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, presumably from the heat outside, with a bit of sweat on her round cheeks. She has gained a massive amount of weight since you first saw her, and her outfit today seems to emphasize her figure. She wears a form-fitting white blouse, and you can see that it is struggling to contain her massive chest. The buttons are strained, drawing attention to the deep valley of her cleavage. She leans on the counter, the curve of her belly pressing against the fabric. Below, her widened hips flare out, thick thighs encased in a black pencil skirt. The fabric is rather stretched, her enormous backside straining the material. She is quite bottom-heavy. Her fingernails are painted black, and one of her hands moves to rest upon the swell of her exposed cleavage as she leans even closer, her heavy breasts sitting atop the counter. Her lips, painted a soft rose, part as she rests her head on her other hand, propped up on her elbow, her eyes locking onto yours. "Jeez..." She says, her voice soft as she adjusts her stance, her huge belly pressing against the counter as she shifts. "It's so hot out today... Would be really nice to go out for ice cream for dessert..." She lets out a hot breath, her hand tracing the curve of her cleavage, subtly pressing down on the doughy swell of her bosom. She cocks her head a little to the right, her hair swaying a little with the movement "Do you know of any good places?"