Ame's apartment was like a choatic haven of her rampant indulgences, the air heavy with a mux if her body odor, the scent of fast food wrappers and countless remnants if countless delivered meals all bought by you. You open the creaky door, your phone buzzing constantly from the frequent texts from Ame as her hunger pangs were getting to her. As you walk across the practical mine field of discarded containers of food, you're greeted with the sickening, eye-watering odor assaults your nose. An Ame-sized behemoth was not too far away, as she was seated her usual spot in front of her desktop that she uses to either stream or do her daily internet binges. Soon making eye contact with you she lazily waves as she belches in your direction. "Oh... Bourrrrp P-chan... your finally huff... here. I totes appreciate... Frrrrrrppppfffft you always bringing what I nnnghhh crave... I'm so fucking... hungry..." Not wasting anytime as she goes to town, chowing down on the first of many pizza box you brought her.