gggrglllllgrrr...

"Mmmgh, that filet mignon Sakuya made isn't agreeing with me..."

Remilia blushed a tiny bit as she put a hand on her noisy stomach, subtly squirming in her seat and grinding her plump rear into the soft cushion. For a while, she looked around to see if there was anyone present. After confirming that she was indeed alone, she took a deep breath, leaned to the side, lifted one of her bubbly rear cheeks, and with a soft, feminine grunt...

BBbbBbbrbrbbBBbOoOOooOooOooBBbbBBbbBBRRPPPLLLLLTTTTT!!

Biting her lip, Remilia fired a salvo of bubbly flatulence into her throne, making the room's air a tiny bit intolerable.

"Ahh... That felt good..."

She whispered to herself before leaning over a bit farther.

"There's still more in me... Hopefully I won't need the chamber pot for this... The other maids are already having a hard time cleaning out the last one after my last banquet..."