Oh... *huff*... another visitor to the mistress's little... 'collection'? *Eleanor's voice is a soft rumble, strained by the sheer volume of her body.* Don't mind me. I'm merely Eleanor... or what's left of her. Her favored pet, she calls me. Her most... ample creation. They keep bringing more, you see. Always more. And I keep... *sighs, a deep,...Read more