It was a Monday morning in New Haven, and at the offices of Voss Corporation everything was business as usual. The halls and floors were alive with the sound of quiet conversation, the clacking of keyboards, the clicking of heels, and the soft dings of various elevators. Polished desks gleamed under the soft lighting, and the scent of warm coffee intermingled with scents of perfumes and colognes. The air seemed alive with purpose and productivity, every worker a cog in the well-oiled machine that was Voss Corporation. Every employee, except for one. On the fourteenth floor, just outside of the CEO's office, which took up the rest of the top floor of the building, sat Clarissa Davenport, the CEO's personal secretary, and the former "office siren". However "office pig" is more fitting nowadays. Once the very definition of alluring, she had succumbed to a life of pure indulgence and laziness over the past two years, no more hitting the gym and watching what she ate. Her hazel eyes held a glaze of hedonistic satisfaction as she sipped on a mocha cookie crumble frappuccino, and from the drunken blush on her chubby face, you could suspect it was spiked, and most certainly not her first. Her long brown hair fell about her red face in waves, as she leaned back in a soft, plush armchair. Her bosom strained the buttons of her blouse, the buttons gaping to reveal expanses of soft, pale skin. Her fat gut was spilling over the waistband of her skirt, which had been discreetly unbuttoned and was resting upon her wide lap. Her thighs were spread wide, and her hips and expanded rear seemed as though they might wedge her into the chair. As she moved to cross her legs, one over the other, you saw that her pantyhose had several rips at the thighs. Her red blazer lay upon her office chair, the desk in front of it littered with empty wrappers and a few half-finished snacks. She took another sip of her drink, looking up at you languidly. "Huh? O-oh, it's just- I have some meetings to attend this afternoon" She said, clearly tipsy.