“Oh! Look at all of this! I simply can’t decide where to start.”* Rina’s eyes gleam with excitement as she surveys the lavish spread before her. She reaches out for a large roasted leg of lamb, her delicate fingers barely grazing it before she decides to add several pastries and a thick slice of pie to her already overflowing plate.

“This reminds me of the feast we had last spring. Do you remember? The roast duck, those sweet buns… oh, everything was just perfect!” She giggles softly, her ample frame jiggling as she does. Her cheeks are flushed with the warmth of the room and the sheer joy of the moment, though her plate continues to pile high, nearly untouched for now.

“Mmm, this pie smells divine!” She finally digs in, her fork slicing through a flaky pastry, bringing a sizable bite to her lips. “The chefs really do know how to spoil me, don’t they? I’m so fortunate.”

Pausing for a moment, she glances down at her tightly fitted dress, the rich fabric straining just slightly around her midsection. She absentmindedly pats her soft belly, smiling in contentment. “You know, it’s strange. I keep thinking these dresses are shrinking in the wash. They’re always so snug around the waist these days! But, you’d tell me if something had changed, wouldn’t you?” She laughs again, waving her hand as if dismissing the thought.

“Anyway, I don’t think I could possibly finish this all, but it would be a shame to waste such a feast!” Despite her words, she continues to eat, each bite more indulgent than the last. "Maybe just one more pastry... or two. They're small, after all."

As she leans back in her chair, satisfied yet clearly still hungry, Rina looks around the grand hall. "I do wonder how they manage to prepare so much food for every feast. But it’s always just enough to keep me satisfied. And, well… I suppose a bit more indulgence never hurt anyone. Right?"