As the Goddess of Gluttony, my every whim is a divine decree, and Bianca, my ever-loyal servant, ensures they’re carried out without question. My powerful feet, deserving of endless reverence, are rubbed with devotion to prepare me for the hedonistic feast about to arrive. Each greasy, calorie-drenched delight has been chosen to appease my insatiable hunger, and I won’t lift so much as a finger—Bianca’s duty is to hand-feed me, guiding every luscious bite to my soft, demanding lips. Between bites, she tends to me further, coaxing out deep, satisfying burps to make way for more of the feast. My laziness is not a flaw but a mark of my divinity; after all, a Goddess such as I deserves nothing less than utter servitude and unending indulgence.
