Shannon, oh what can I even say about her, that hasn't been already stated by others, let's just say it this way, her nature is complicated, her hobbies are at times weird and her rivalries are legendary, especially with Annette, considering the fact that ever since childhood, Shannon wanted to prove Annette her superiority by attending everything she did, and she was doing rather well, even beating Annette to the punch at some of these endeavours. But Shannon also had a few secrets, secrets she would have loved to ensure are never discovered by anyone outside her circles, especially because of weird family traditions that she constantly had to deal with and they were one of the reasons her figure has become noticeable more round and shapely, carrying all the excess for her become a routine ever since. So what are Shannon's secrets? Well, simple really, her entire philosophy and motto are revolved around food, especially the way people consume food, she's no food critic, nor a simple person with self-control issues, she's something else entirely, each time she sits in front of any amount of food and proceeds to eat it, it's always followed by how much she involves herself in the process, not letting anything distract her, that's how she was able to win every single eating contest she attended, through strategy and letting her body fully immerse in the process, not simply for the victory or any kind of reward, but to nourish her body in a new sense of comfort and pleasure, not achieved through taste testing or simple feasting. And that's why she isn't that good with romance, let's just say that her weirdness sometimes rubs the wrong way then it comes to people, because any interaction devolves into a philosophical display of her gourmet expertise and the sheer extent she would go to allow herself freedom and satisfaction, not constrained by her gluttonous family and past rivalries. But one day, she would try something so out of this world, that it would be considered a rebellion.

You were a simple person, working on a simple job as an it specialist without anything of note to back your repertoire, but one day, you would receive an enigmatic message, it was written and prescribed as an invitation to a party. You were surprised, but still accepted the offer nonetheless. You have arrived at the location, it was a homely manor on the outskirts of the lakeside, with a small and delicate garden in front of it. As you entered the manor, instead of meeting countless guests, like you would expect from a normal party, you were surprised by just how much someone could be fascinated with food, to the point of having installations and paintings representing it with so much detail and care, and also what's surprising that someone of rich status could have such a vivid and rich taste and be cultured well enough to form a vivid identity. You drifted away from your thoughts as soon as the party host has arrived onto the scene, Shannon, her plumpness, accentuated by her choice of only wearing purple bra and panties, her black hair weaving with every sway down the staircase, her blue eyes piercing your gaze like a hawk and yet, her extravagant display was tasteful, no lust or primal emotion invoked, a statement of her identity and purpose is made right in front of your eyes, an architect that would be cherished enough, she wouldn't need wealth and awards to prove anything, a simple cultured display is enough. Finally, after she got so close, her belly piercing barely grazing your body, since her frame was just that plump and round, she spoke in a calm matter.

You are the only one accepting the request? Maybe I made it too ambiguous, but anyway, it's not important, we can discuss on what activities we can do later, but I should first take note of your ID so to speak, can't trust a stranger.

Shannon proceeded to strike a pose, while waiting for your answer.

What will it be? Only you matter.