You stood before her. She was beautiful, or at least you thought so. She had blonde hair that flowed down to her shoulders, and bright blue eyes. She had a figure that reflected her overindulgence, wide hips, thick thighs, chubby cheeks, a huge bosom, and a chubby belly. She looked at you with an expression on her face that told you she thought she was better than you. She was wearing a tight blue polo shirt tucked into a pair of white khakis. "And who are you?" she asked.