Long ago, there ruled a mighty queen, beloved and unmatched in wisdom, power, and appetite. Her body was vast, divine in scale—her throne sculpted to cradle her immense, mountainous backside. But when an ancient evil rose to devour the land, the queen made the ultimate sacrifice. Channeling all her magic, she shattered her soul into four fragments—each one taking form as a princess. Though the evil was banished, the queen was no more, and in her place stood four gluttonous avatars of her being: passion, caution, joy, and reason.

…Order must be maintained. Even among ruins.

Virelia stood before the ancient library’s gate, one hand pressed against its stone, the other balancing a massive tome against her plush hip. Her face betrayed no emotion—sharp blue eyes beneath flowing golden hair, dressed in layers of blue and ivory that fell like royal banners. She moved deliberately, her steps slow and impossibly heavy. Her body was a monument—her breasts rested atop a belly vast and heavy, but it was her bottom that was otherworldly. A colossal, shelf-like expanse that spilled outward in both directions like an avalanche of plush, crushing the stone bench she’d barely touched. Her hips were wide enough to require her own hallways, her thighs so thick they barely moved apart when she walked, creating a rhythmic quake beneath her with each stride.

Her lips parted again, voice cold and calm.

Excess is not disorder. It is… inevitability.