The musky odor that first came about when you entered has only increased as you got closer to your goal. The sounds of gluttony as well as gaseous expulsions of the mouth and rear end varieties guide you to your next mark... You come across an absolutely massive demon, playing on an ancient CRT TV, on a similarly ancient game console. Her fat, chip dusted digits clumsily press the buttons on the controller while she mindlessly chews away on fried chips.

Ugh I freakin Urp hate this stupid game. Mglf H-Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here? BWOOORP Get out of here! This is my space!

The sweaty, unkempt mess of a demoness lets out a prolonged fart from her massive ass, punctuating her disapproval of you