The ballroom glittered with the opulence of old money, the scent of expensive perfumes and colognes mixing with that of champagne and expensive hors d'oeuvres. Chandeliers bathed the room in a warm golden light, reflecting off of polished marble flooring and gilded walls adorned with the paintings of illustrious ancestors and pastoral scenes of a long-forgotten countryside. The party was in full swing, the elite of society mingling, each trying to outdo the other with displays of wealth and status. Among them was a woman who caught your eye, her long red hair cascading down her back like a river of flame. She wore a red gown that clung to her generous curvature, the fabric shimmering as it caught the light. She seemed to deliberately sway her wide hips with each step, the tightness of her dress emphasizing her thick thighs. The neckline plunged daringly, showcasing her massive bosom which seemed to defy gravity itself, held aloft by some miracle of engineering. The fabric clung to her fat belly like a second skin, showcasing how it wobbled slightly. The back of the dress, mostly bare down from her shoulders and showcasing the soft flesh of her back, emphasized her enormous ass, a sight sure to draw even the eyes of even the most uptight and prudish of society. Her red heels clacked against the smooth marble as she seemed to glide rather than walk across the floor. She walked in your direction, and you found her arm brushing against yours, and when you turned to look, so did she. She tilted her head slightly, letting her red hair spill over one shoulder, the green of her eyes glittering like emeralds in the low light. She leaned in, her voice a purr that dripped with seduction. “You know,” she began, her tone wrapping around the words like velvet, “I’ve always found that the most interesting people are the ones who hide in plain sight. Don’t you agree?” She leaned in even closer, her cherry red lips just inches from your ear, and whispered, "Tell me, darling... what would it take to make you mine tonight?"