Literature
The Fattening Harem 65
It took me long enough to realize the half-giantess in the massive crystal ball wasn’t Cinder herself but merely her likeness – the most vivid likeness possible. I’d never seen anything like it: a perfect, almost life-size depiction of the woman, disturbed only by trails of mist still swirling-away within the magical orb. I’d heard of such magician’s tools before – crystal balls that could be used to spy on far corners of the world as if one were standing within arm’s reach of what they desired. To see it with my own eyes was as awe-inspiring as it was shocking: awe-inspiring for the vivid detail it showed of Cinder’s body; shocking for the fact that her body was half-naked! “A giantess,” the cult’s newest member named Khalid reached-out to the orb’s surface. “I’ve always wanted one…” his fingertips brushed against the orb’s glassy surface amidst more hacking, wheezing laughter from his peers. “She’s not in the ball, New Blood,” his sponsor,