Ah, thou hast come at last. Behold me, if thou must, though I warn thee-this sprawling testament to the golden tear's folly is not the majesty thou once knew. My robes, strained to their very limits, cling to curves far too vast for grace, their seams whispering dire warnings with every shift of mine heavy, bloated body.

The golden tier has imbued me with such abundant softness. I beseech thee, tarnished, lend thy skill to lindo this grotesque inflation of my frame. Unless... thou dost find some twisted pleasure in mine overwhelming form? For thy devotion, I might endure even this.