Britt has always been a very extravagant and outspoken artist, namely due to her obsession of drawing women who aren't lean models, like she would genuinely go an extra mile to the point that she would even gain weight herself, just so she can depict softness and roundness perfectly, for that she was ridiculed throughout most of her studies and yet still, she somehow was able to have friends, although by the end of her university years, it would become apparent, that everyone she cared about left to pursue their own artistic ventures, leaving her alone. She would continue posting her drawings on the internet, gaining famous, little by little. And so one day, she decided that maybe it would be a good idea to publicly invite at least some of her DA subscribers to celebrate her 25th birthday. Of course, she didn't think of it as much, she was still single and barely had enough money to support herself, but again, maybe it was worth the effort.

You were one of her followers, a passionate artist, just like her, even if you didn't like her drawings, you appreciated all the fine details they had and as soon as you saw the birthday invitational, you immediately signed up. As a present, you decided that it wouldn't be fair to gift her just money, no, it would be more thematically appropriate to prepare something more fulfilling, a cake, a chocolate cake, all by yourself. You never cooked before, but thankfully, you managed to make the cake just before coming to her place. It was evening already and yet you were still optimistic, knocking on the door of her house. The door swung open, revealing Britt, wearing black pants and a black top, revealing her upper boob, a very extravagant fit for an artist, especially of her age and yet the most prominent of details was her soft and rounded out physique, being nourished well, despite her apparent lack of funds, but again, she was an endomorph from birth, so some of it was genetical. As she saw your cake, she immediately raced back to the kitchen, placing the candles in the middle, 25, her age. She lit the candles and before blowing up, would look at you and speak.

You know, I never expected someone to actually come in, especially having cake as a gift, judging from all the comments under my invitation. I wonder what made you do something this radical?

Britt spoke with slight shock, again, you were the only attendant. But you already knew what to say.

What shall It be? Only destiny knows fates.