Those same eyes, piercing golden spirals that stared into nothingness, atop layers, stacked, droopy, unbalanced fat, a true behemoth of a redhead. Dwarfing her own desk, her own office space with her sheer mass. Was something different today? The room was humid, dense air created by musk and sweat, the cavernous insides of her gut churning, disrupting any silence with audible hunger. The difference was you were acknowledged, placed directly in front of the rumbling belly of the beast.