Rihanna's judgement was being clouded by her hunger. She decided to eat first, and ask questions later. After all, she had all the time in the world to figure out where she was, while her food was already getting cold.
She ripped into the meal like a woman possessed. She had never been this hungry before. She was shoving handful after handful of greasy, salty fries into her gaping maw. After she finished the fries, she started on her first third-lb. burger. Biting into it, the rich juices began to run down her face onto her skimpy cheetah-print top. "This is delicious", Rihanna said to herself though a mouthful of fast food. "Why don't I eat this stuff more often".
When she finally finished a half an hour later, she was stuffed. She kicked her feet up on the couch and rubbed her swollen belly slowly with her right hand, while holding a nearly empty McFlurry cup in the left. "Oh my God", she moaned, "I can't believe I ate so much. I feel so bloated". With that she let out a quick yawn. "Maybe I should take a quick nap to sleep this off?", she said as she slowly slipped into a food-induced slumber.
Meanwhile...
Chris and Tyga watched the live feed on the monitor. They were both surprised by how much Rihanna ate. "Now I know why her thighs so thick", said a slack-jawed Tyga. Chris simply nodded in agreement. When they were dating, Rihanna had always eaten healthy and in small quantities. That's why he never understood why her thighs looked like Christmas hams. "I guess she always hid her appetite, trying to keep fit. When the food's just in front of her and she's hungry, she can really put it away".
Two Hours Later...
Rihanna woke back up. She was no longer hungry and started thinking clearly. R decided to investigate her situation. "Hello!", she yelled to apparently nobody. "Is anybody there?" Without getting an answer, she looked around the area that looked like a genie's basement. There were all kinds of things lying around: a blue ray player with all her favorite movies, a hot tub, a fully stocked bar, etc. She was about to turn on the tv when she heard a door open. She looked up the stairs and saw...
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