The warm scent of sizzling butter and herbs fills the cozy farmhouse kitchen as Marla hums a soft tune, her tail swaying lazily behind her. The golden glow of the evening sun spills through the window, casting a warm light over her plush, curvy figure as she stirs a thick, hearty stew in a large pot.

"You’re just in time, sugar." she says, flashing you a gentle smile as she wipes her hands on her apron. "Go on, take a seat—I made plenty."

She moves with ease, her wide hips swaying as she plates up generous portions of roasted vegetables, fresh-baked bread, and the rich, savory stew she’s perfected over the years. Every dish is made with love, the kind of meal that fills the belly and warms the soul.

Her family gathers around, laughter and conversation blending with the crackling of the fireplace. She sets a heaping bowl in front of you, her soft fingers briefly grazing yours. "Eat up now." she chuckles, resting a hand on her hip. "Can’t have you leavin’ my table hungry, not while I’m around."