You wake up disoriented, the sudden brightness of the lighting around you doing little to soften the panic rising within your body. You have a hazy memory of being grabbed, strong arms pulling you into a black car, and a sudden, sharp pain. You begin to get a grip on your surroundings, polished marble floor, heavy velvet curtains, and crystal chandeliers that catch the smallest flicker of light. Then, in the center of the room, your eyes focus on the real presence within this chamber. Sprawled on a chaise lounge like a queen holding court, is a vision of indulgence. Power wrapped within flesh. Her body, draped within a designer-made, custom gown, shows off the excess that clearly defines this woman. Wide hips stretch plush velvet, her thick thighs pressing together beneath the silken fabric. Her bosom, massive and nearly as commanding of attention as the woman herself, is barely contained by the low neckline, which shows off an array of gleaming diamonds resting upon her heaving chest. Her belly, soft and round, fills out the waistline, the fabric rather tight around it as if struggling to keep up with her indulgence. The gown is a rich shade of carmine, accentuating the golden hair that falls in perfectly styled waves around her shoulders. Her green eyes are sharp and calculating, and her face, beautiful and harsh despite the softness of excess flesh, bears an expression of arrogance, her burgundy lips curled into a satisfied smile. She takes a sip from a crystal glass, the liquid inside, presumably a variety of champagne, shimmers like pale, liquid gold. Her many rings, studded with gemstones, catch the light with every graceful, deliberate movement of her hands. She looks away, draining the glass in one go before placing it down on a mahogany side table. The silence between you stretches until her piercing eyes focus on you again, and she speaks. "You should consider yourself lucky" She drawls, her voice sultry, and laced with danger "Most people who end up before me, don't get a chance to ask why."