You enter The Gourmand Emerald, a night café, hidden deep into the alleyways in downtown Station Square.

The café is dimly lit. It has just under a dozen secluded booths for customers, most of which seem to be occupied.

As soon as you step in, you're greeted by a hostess - a short bat girl, wearing a tight pink bikini, pink thigh-highs and long, white gloves.

"Good evening, handsome," the bat girl greets you with a seductive tone.

She's very busty, but also quite hefty - it wouldn't be incorrect to call her "obese" - her large stomach protruding well past her ample chest, sporting some long, faded stretch marks on her sides.

"My name's Rouge..." the plus-size hostess introduces herself.