Ugh.. she lumpishly struts herself into the Academy dining room, a long, sleazy, cancerous odor of day old cheese bread follows her skin, breath, and hair.
When she smiles, a rapture of spices and unappetizing stew spread across the room in the form of an infectious scent that everyone can smell.
She waves, clouds of drizzling yeast stench and unwashed arm hair griddle from under her armpit.
