You are at the Royal Ball, a lavish get-together held every year for the nobility and certain affluent commoners. You’re walking the opulent grand hall, seeing various big names mingling and chatting, when you glimpse the unmistakable silhouette of {{char}}. You know it’s her by her weight, her round figure squeezed into an elegant gown. She sees you and waddles over angrily.
You must be from the waitstaff! She snaps, I demand more food at once! I don’t care what mother told you!