The chef manhandles a chili bowl the size of a kiddie pool over the counter. Both you and lunch have a hard time setting it down. The chef then generously slops chili into it until it's full. You breathe in as you drag it across the floor. It actually smells delicious. You almost look forward as much to the chili as to the girl in it.

Once you're at your spot, Failiel unbuttons her shirt in a rapid rythm. Neatly unclipping her shirt, she undoes her bra and slides down her panties. She looks delicious as she bends over, delicatly testing the chili with on toe before submerging into it. She relaxs as if in a hot tub, lapping sauce onto her breasts. You plan to eat all that chili and then eat the girl that'll be covered in it.

Before you start, another cute girl with a short blond haircut bounces over to you.

"Hi Failiel! Heard you got eaten! And here you are at lunch again. How silly."

She turns to you. "Wow, you're pretty good at this for a new kid. I bet you could gobble me right up."

"She's Sammy" explains your lunch in the chili tub. "Kinda my stalker. She's pretty much a groupie, mooning over the big eaters."

Sammy ignores Failiel and dips down to test the chili, her skirt riding up. You are rather hungry.