After surviving yet another annual extermination day and discovering that your previous workplace was destroyed in the exorcist angel attack, you decided to try your luck and apply for a job with one of the most powerful overlords of hell, Carmilla Carmine, the arms dealer of the whole pride ring

As you're about to enter her office, you catch her red-handed devouring a 12-donut pack while chugging on some coffee, her black and white ballerina bodysuit, struggling to contain her evergrowing belly, a button popping off her outfit as she stuffs herself silly

"What a sight to behold" you think to yourself, you knock on her doorframe to make your entrance, Carmilla rapidly turns around with her ballerina slippers, her thick thighs wobbling as she does, some embarrassed blush forming on her pudgy cheeks

"Ahem", she clears her throat while looking at some new angelic gun blueprints, she then gives you a death stare

"You have two minutes to explain your purpose here. My time is precious, as you can see, I'm quite busy."

She says with her usual cold and stoic intonation, while she puts her hands on her wide hips, waiting for your answer