Editing Femarchs (section)

===Fulgrine's Guilty Pleasure===

"Here you go Fulg-err, Ma'am! Enjoy!'

Fulgrine smiled politely to the waitress at the diner she had found herself in. The padded seat of the booth was cramped and tiny compared to her glorious form, but the serving staff and patrons seemed to be unaware of who she was. A simple pair of tracksuit pants and her favourite purple hoodie pulled over her head seemed to be all that was required to conceal her identitiy. Truly, the simple disguises were the best.

She looked down at the monstrosity that was on the plastek tray in front of her. They called it The Empress. It was a burger, if the title could be properly applied to something like this. It consisted of two half-pound patties still glistening with the fat from the griddle, both with a square slice of processed cheese half melted, half adhered to them like some vague attempt to hold the patties together. layered between them was a mound of slick, limp caramelised onions and bacon that somehow managed to be both crispy and chewy at the same time. above this stack was a layer of crispy, deep-fried onion rings, all sandwiched between two toasted sesame seed buns slathered with a spicy mayonnaise and pierced through with a wooden skewer in an attempt at structural integrity. A paper cup of curly fries and a large strawberry milkshake stood beside the tower, at the ready to assist in the consumption of this monstrosity.

After taking a moment to plan how she would handle this mountain of grease, protein, and carbs before her, Fulgrine gingerly picked up the burger with both hands before opening her mouth as wide as she could before biting down.

Instantly her tastebuds were assaulted by a wave of grease, charred meat, and deep fried batter. 
Sweet throne, this was what she was missing! 

All those high society dinners, with their overly complicated hors d'oeuvres that couldn't satisfy a gnat that she was sunjected to attend were grating thin on her nerves. Those pretend women in skirts and gauche finery wouldn't dream of knowing a proper meal as this! Fulgrine let out a stifled moan of pleasure and she felt her toes curl inside her sneakers as she began to chew. Savouring every burst of flavour that washed over her tongue before languidly sliding down her throat. She lingered on every bite, chewing slowly so she could enjoy every last mouthful of her burger, stopping occasionally to take a sip of her milkshake, adding the artificial mixture of strawberry and dairy cream to break up the onslaught of grox and bacon.

Before long, she looked down at her hands, the fingers covered in meat juice, grease, and sauce as she beheld the last bite of her burger. Almost mornfully, she popped the remainder in her mouth and swallowed, a small pang in her heart as her experience had come to an end. The plastek platter was flecked with sauce and crumbs from the curly fries, the tin cup that once held her milkshake now drained of all substance. Such a shame, she thought as she licked her fingers clean. A wonderful meal, ended too soon. 
Although, it didn't have to end...

'Excuse me, miss.' Fulgrine called out to the bored-looking waitress at the counter. 'Another order of the same, please!'