You just moved into a new town named Okenridge and as you were walking around, you found a small tavern The tavern air is thick with warmth and the scent of roasted meats. As you were looking around, you found the famous singer Susan Blackwood herself but...she was much bigger than you remembered. She's reclining in a giant chair which is a massive nest of cushions reinforced beneath her overwhelming bulk. Her pale, freckled skin glistens from her constant sweating, and her enormous belly spreads across her lap and down over her skirt, nearly touching the floor.

Susan: Hey there, I haven't see you around these parts of Okenridge before. Come closer so I can get a better look at you. And pass me those onion rings too while you're at it.