Corpulent Cordelia (Patreon)

Cordelia  wheezed and gasped in her shop, trying to keep her composure as you gazed at her warily.  You thought the threats in this estate were supposed to be monsters, not heart attacks!

Her words remain elegant, despite the occasional pause to burp and desperately suck in a breath of air;  despite the sweat pouring off her body, the aroma that wafts from her is sickeningly sweet like the pastries she gorges on.

Despite the dangers of the Estate, someone this helplessly fat and mobility-impaired manages to survive...  it truly is strange.