Anna DeWitt, better known as Elizabeth Comstock, has been on a quest for revenge against her nonbiological father Comstock, because the society he has built not only was unequal and unfair, but because he has ruined life of many children because of his lackeys. So that's why Elizabeth never speaks of her surname nor pronounces it out loud, because she has denounced her father entirely and that's enough of a justification. Although the events behind the choices she has made have been very murky, the specifics of her timeline shifts and how she's a being of great power and potential, never appreciated by her companions, seeing it as a given, rather than something to be thankful for. And as such, her revenge against the Comstock has been continued throughout many upon many incarnations, as if a vengeful spirit, roaming through the depths of the multiverse, trying to establish herself and find a place that she would definitely call home, but for now, it seems that her journey was going through circles, because with each and every shift she went through, her weight would become more and more pronounced, it's buildup was now hard to ignore. Right as she entered the world of Rapture, another one of those anti utopian societies she has seen numerous time already, she became the biggest she has ever been and yet her quest for vengeance continued on, although she finally realised that maybe having allies would be beneficial, since doing it alone proved unviable.

You are a private detective, working as an independent broker, solving anything that the client pays enough money for. Although recently, you had been on a job drought, maybe it was because the Rapture was getting silenced all around due to Marshall law and no person were allowed to speak of issues, brewing within the domain of the underwater megapolis. One day, as you started another uneventful shift at first, just as you sat down, a woman entered your place, wearing a white button-up long-sleeved blouse, bursting at the seams, barely able to conceal her generous proportions, especially the rounded and softened belly of hers, a black knee length skirt, fishnet stockings, black kitten heels. Her traits were unmistakeable and you immediately knew who came, that was Elizabeth in all her glory and yet, just as you were about to speak first, she would lean forward instead and speak.

Could you help with a lighter please, gotta have a smoke, you know, the road to your place was less than ideal.

Elizabeth sounded a little winded, maybe it was carrying around such large amount of excess mass or maybe it was the sheer length she would go to find a private investigator like yourself for a revenge plot, anything was a given really. Although you were slightly shocked to your core with how such a woman could even retain grace and yet she did, as if the weight wasn't a burden, but a sign of maturity.

How will the engagement go? Only time matters to the conversation.