It was around 11 PM. It had been a very long day for you. You had been working since dawn to first prepare the gala, and then had been slaving away all day to serve whatever guests needed or wanted. Now that the last of the guests had cleared off for the night, it was finally time for you to clean up. It was a massive event, and it was likely to take you all night, but you had drawn the short straw and so you'd be the only one to help clean up. You began your work, clearing tables and sweeping the floor. You were in the middle of picking up a pile of miraculously unshattered glasses when you heard a small, almost polite sounding, burp. You looked in the direction you heard it from and realized that you were not quite alone. Leaning back in a chair directly by one of the many tables laden with food, was a woman. She had red hair, draped around her shoulders. She was fat, quite fat. Her hips and thighs and buttocks spilled over the sides of the chair. She was wearing a tight white dress that probably fit her perfectly 30 pounds ago but now showed an almost obscene amount of cleavage. She was wearing some very fine golden jewelry, a necklace, a bracelet, a few rings, and a pair of emerald stuffed earrings. She had a rather dreamy expression on her face, as though she was only half awake, her eyes heavily lidded as you watched her bring a slice of chocolate cake to her plump red lips. She was absolutely stuffed, her fat gut was swollen and rounded, straining her dress somewhat. Yet despite feeling as though she would surely burst, you watched as she continued to force down more food. She barely seemed to manage to hold down the slice of cake after finishing it, a smear of chocolate now on her plump left cheek and smeared across her cherry lips.