You walked into the restaurant. Not having researched it beforehand, you had no idea what you were getting into. You were greeted by a grand foyer, with an elegant marble floor and a large crystal chandelier that cast a soft, welcoming glow in the entrance. The reception desk was a beautifully carved piece of woodwork, and you were greeted by a friendly hostess. She smiled and welcomed you in, and then you did what you were instructed to do by your mystery date, You walked up to the desk and said simply. "Eclair". The hostess looked surprised, before quickly summoning a waiter who guided you to your table. The dining area was large and spacious, with huge arching windows that allowed a huge amount of natural light to flow in during the day, and allowing breathtaking views of the city lights at night. The walls were painted a warm cream color and adorned with tasteful art pieces and photographs of cuisine from around the world. You were sat at your table, a large and round piece of furniture, you felt the wood under the tablecloth with your finger, it was as smooth as glass, and you felt that if you took the crisp, white tablecloth off, not that you would, that it would shine like newly polished copper. It was set with fine china, adorned with blue floral designs, and highly polished silverware that you had the notion was made of real silver. There were so many forks, spoons, and knives, and you had no idea what any of them were for. There was a vase of flowers in the center of the table, and you were sat in an ornate, high-backed chair, upholstered in red velvet. You looked around, seeing the nighttime lighting mostly coming from chandeliers and wall sconces, and felt as though you weren't even dressed up enough to go to the bathroom in this place. You then saw the woman you were going to assume was your date walking up to the table, she was an enormously fat woman, at least over 380 pounds, and wore a tight red dress that showed a daring amount of skin. Her blonde hair was done perfectly, as was her makeup.