Sera met a woman of similar girth and fondness for drink in Alyssa here, and brought along some of her favorite wine ^^;

Of course that wine is bottled on the lower planes, made from souls, and has some rather serious side effects. Sera just doesn't really feel anything unless it's that strong.

Art by  Lochamotion

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Seraphina hadn’t been in the quaint little town for terribly long, but it had taken her mere days to find a tavern she liked. The woman’s tastes were specific things, albeit simple ones. She appreciated quality and excess, so when she saw Alyssa’s bulk waddling through the doorway of the tavern she ran Sera was instantly committed to giving the place a fair chance. Her first venture inside was a day long affair, but it began simply enough. A fine silk dress over an obese frame. A sharp little smile, dainty hands, curious eyes.

“This has promise.”

There wasn’t any delay on the service either it seemed. A blond woman with a tremendously impressive posterior and a handful of menus was at her side in moments.

“Hey there! I’m Leanne, can I find you a table?”

The woman smiled at the server, albeit in a way that had a subtly hungry undertone to it. Arms folded underneath her chest as she looked her over slowly. Just long enough about it to leave Leanne a trifle uncomfortable.

“No dear, I think I’ll sit at the bar. I want to see what the owner has on tap, and in the back.”

Seraphina didn’t stop to listen for a reply. Which might be a bit rude, but it gave Leanne the opportunity to watch her languid waddle up to the bar stools. She slid two stools together upon reaching the bar, settling one cheek of her own very comfortable looking ass onto each of them. A few patient moments went by until Alyssa was free to amble over wearing a welcoming smile.

“Well look at that, someone else who knows how to enjoy themselves. What can I get for you dear?”

“What’s the strongest you’ve got back there..?”

*Many hours later.*

“How are you not completely unconscious..? You’ve been drinking my best brandy like it’s water – not that I’m complaining about the coin mind you.”

Seraphina let out a slow and long-suffering sigh.

“Bit of a condition I suppose I’d call it. Damndest thing. It takes something really special to get me tipsy, let alone drunk. Granted it has its upsides too. I have a shipment of the stuff I prefer coming in myself but it’s late.”

The large woman behind the bar, who she had learned was named Alyssa, leaned in just a bit. Which is to say she pressed the bulk of herself harder against the bar and spread out some as she did. The bar for its part endured this with minor creaking, but otherwise held up.

“..Would you consider bringing some by when it arrives?”

Seraphina let a languid smile crawl over her face.

“You hear about something that can get a woman near immune to alcohol drunk, and your first thought is you want some. I knew I liked this place.”

The fact that she hadn’t inquired about what else a drink like that might do was something the thick curved witch didn’t bother to point out. More fun that way.