On an island located in an exotic, largely uncharted part of the world, there is a castle. The castle belongs to a very wealthy, dark-haired, overweight woman named Tracey Blerp. Tracey is the owner and ruler of the island.
At the moment, Tracey is laying on an absurdly large bed in her castle’s master bedroom. Laying next to her on the bed is a sleazy man named Andrew Squervil. Andrew met Tracey earlier today, and completed his seduction of her a few minutes ago.
“That was a wonderful treat,” Tracey says.
“I enjoyed it too,” Andrew says, lying. In actuality, he finds her hideous. He only seduced Tracey because he is trying to con her into marriage to gain access to her wealth. Andrew wants to become rich so badly. For him, his intimate encounter with Tracey was an odious-but-necessary task he needed to complete to help achieve his goal.
At the moment, Andrew is staring at the bedroom’s ceiling and imaging a scenario in which he is married to Tracey and lives in this castle with her, along with many, many live-in maids, all of whom are stunningly beautiful women, and all of whom Andrew carefully selected to be hired, and all of whom Andrew is secretly cheating on Tracey with. For Andrew, that is an almost perfect scenario, and would be a perfect scenario if only it didn’t involve being married to Tracey and having regular intimate encounters with her. But Andrew is willing to continue enduring Tracey’s fat body if it means being rich. Andrew wants to become rich so badly.
Andrew decides that this is a good time to begin the next phase of his plan: issuing a marriage proposal to Tracey. He turns to her, and, speaking in a tone that has charmed and manipulated so many other women, says: “Tracey, during the short time that we’ve known each other, I’ve fallen deeply in love with you. I want to be more than just your lover. I want to be your husband. Will you marry me?”
Andrew expects Tracey to respond in the same way that he would expect any fat, repulsive woman to react to a marriage proposal from a physically attractive man like Andrew Squervil.
However, instead, Tracey laughs cruelly. “I’m not as gullible as you think, Andrew Squervil,” she says. “You’re not the first sleazy loser who’s tried to marry me for my money. And you won’t be the last.”