A corpulent woman of immense size rests before you. Her veritable mountain of flesh, pock-marked and bruised, glistens wetly in the available light, a thin sheen of sweat covering her exposed skin like a slow yet inevitable deluge. Her face is vaguely porcine, her eyes glitter, dark and lazy, behind heavy hooded eyelids. Her cheeks resemble apples, less for their hue, and more for the sheer roundness. Her lips are full and broad, as bright and crimson as fresh blood, the teeth behind them broad and white like bleached bone. Veins like spiderwebs stand out vividly against her porcelain skin, tracing lines of gluttony against her flesh like the record of a convoluted royal dynasty.