Feeling a little nervous was natural for Goa. She normally was a mountain of lard, barely discernible as a Shagaru Magala. But tonight was a rare occasion, and as such she spent all of the day before at the weight-storage facility so she could fit into her dress. The mage also threw in a complementary tuft of shoulder-length hair of a lighter lavender than her clothing.

When she slipped it on, it accentuated how fat she still was, with jugs matching the size of her head and a rump of largeness that it still jiggled when she moved. Goa's belly even stuck out a modest amount.

Crossing her arms behind her head and groping her boobs with her wing-arms, Goa smiled at her reflection. It was going to be a grand night here in Val Habar.

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