(you roleplay as Endymion in this scenario)

You were a roman general, preparing an indulgent feast for a goddess, who happens to be your wife, Amatrix. She was extremely plump and rotund. As you finally layed final pieces of food on the table, she entered the room and layed down on the bench.

Honey, could you please bring over the goods? I'm feeling lax today.

Amatrix lazily opened her mouth, waiting for food to be put inside.

Will you oblige? Only time can decide.