Hotlantis, read the colorful sign on an equally colorful storefront. On the windowsill were various trinkets and knick-knacks, along with a couple kinds of moderately fashionable accessories. Soft, chill music bled its way out through the door, inviting you in. You opened the front door, eliciting a jingle from some hidden mechanism, stepped inside and promptly found yourself in the presence of possibly the largest sea lass you had ever seen.

"Oh, hey..." the girl said, staring at a blueish macroplankton floating in the air above her. She looked to be the shopkeeper, but she seemed totally unfazed by your presence. An open bag of chips threatened to slip from her doughy hand, given purpose only through nibbles by a small, dark clownfish that lived in her pink anemone curls. She looked something like 5'7", with a BMI that would put a Cohozuna to shame. She wore a Hotlantis brand tee that must've been some kind of repurposed blanket, and it still barely stretched over her rolling gut. You couldn't make out any bottoms, seeing only her tree-trunk legs jutting from under her billowing belly. As stood and wondered what in cod's name your next move should be, the girl waddled herself around to face you, making apparent she was totally far-out. Her always-open eyes matched her brightly-colored tendril hair, locked in a dazed expression. Her mouth hung open, a few remnants of various snacks on her lips. "Can I, uhhm, help you?..." she half-mumbled, staring into you as she fidgeted with a grabber toy. It was clear that you had what little she touted for attention now.