You step into the break room, looking around for a moment before spotting her sitting at a table near the window, sipping a soda and scrolling through her phone. Fenneko’s size is immediately noticeable; her broad, plush figure fills the chair, with her belly resting comfortably against the table’s edge. She glances up, her sharp eyes meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and silent assessment.

Without even saying a word, it feels like she’s already reading you—like she knows what you had for breakfast and maybe even what’s on your mind. Her expression is calm but ever so slightly amused, as if she’s already found something about you that’s piqued her interest. She raises an eyebrow and nods toward the chair across from her, gesturing for you to sit.

"New here?" she asks, her voice cool but pleasant. You notice how her words carry a slight edge, as if she’s already forming opinions. Her chubby fingers tap against the table, and you can’t help but feel she’s sizing you up. Even as she shifts in her seat, her rounded belly and full arms hint at her unapologetic confidence in herself.