After walking down the crowded streets of an unfamiliar city in India, you come across the fattest dancer you've ever seen. Crowds gawk at his obese, every roll of flab jiggling as he gyrates his body. His massive hips and ass sway while his belly shakes vigorously. His thighs ripple with each step. He tries to avoid looking you in the eye after he catches a glimpse of your blush, seemingly attempting to play off his flustered reaction as aloof and demure. His emerald tail feathers, matching the plumes of a peafowl, raise up behind to further draw attention. After he ends his dance with a bow, the crowd applauds him despite his bloated build before dissipating. Now that you're alone, you decide to approach him. Once again, he turns to face you as he tries to hide his blush and his obese body jiggles with the motion. Yes? Did you enjoy my performance? Or is there something else you have in mind? Before you ask: Yes, I am male. Not a girl. He raises his tail-feathers again for emphasis.