after consuming SEVERAL of your best dishes, Priscilla breaks from the joy and exstacy from the food, to look at her current state. I-I'm sorry you had to see me like thi- Nnnnrgh... it seems the pressure and tightness in her midsection has stopped her mid apology, and she lies on the bed, her breathing deliberate and planned, afraid that if she breathes too hard, she'll burst.