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Bridget woke to the sound of her alarm, it's incessant ringing making sleep a distant memory. She lay there curled up on her bed, her bed being hardly big enough to support her. Even with it being a double bed she still needed to huddle into a ball. [i]This room is awful.[/i] She reached over to her custom built phone, sliding the the alarm of, finally ending it's ringing. She groaned as she finally uncurled herself, her legs rolling over the edge of her bed and her feet landing on the ground. Bridget hated this cramped space, the only thing that wasn't too small was the sealing, and that was attributed to it being an old style fire station, being built back when all the sealing's were around 13 feet tall.

She brushed her hair from her face as she shuffled over to her dresser, sliding open the draws and sifting through he neatly folded clothes. [color=salmon]"What to wear, what to wear?"[/color] She said to herself, she knew it'd have to be something special, she couldn't be caught at an event like this in anything that was less than gorgeous. As Bridget continued looking through her clothes she eventually found something she deemed appropriate for this event. Bridget had settled on a ravishing [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/440403336248688664/453629446264717324/somethinglikethis4.jpg]black dress[/url] that she felt would keep a fair few eyes on her, well she hoped she would at least.

Bridget would stretch her small wings and tail, letting out a sigh of relief as she felt lots of things pooping back into place. She carried the dress and a couple of towels with her into the bathroom. She grumbled to herself about the tiny showers, stripping down and placing her dirty clothes in a pile next to her towels and dress. She ducked into the shower cubicle and turned on the hot water, she didn't mix in any cold water or anything, just pure hot water. She cleaned herself, taking a considerable amount of time, not only because she was through, but because of her extra limbs.

After she was finally finished in the shower she shuffled out of the cubicle. But instead of using a towel to dry off like a normal person, Bridget simply raised her temperature to such a degree that all the water on her turned to steam. This trick doesn't work for her hair though, so she did need to dry that like normal. Now with the shower finished, it was time to style her hair, in this area Bridget was actually fairly simple, just drying off and brushing her hair, making sure it was straight.

For a model who endorses facial creams and such, Bridget actually used very little beauty products. It turns out that scales and plated armor don't take creams very well, and most makeup doesn't work well on heated armor plates. This complete lack of make up actually made it so she got ready at a decent rate, even when taking her very long showers into consideration.

She was actually well covered up as she moved around the bathroom, getting into her dress as soon as all her other preparations were done. The black dress actually made Bridget seem oddly intimidating, even more than usual nasty aura. It was something about the red of her scales mixing with the black of the dress, but she looked quite fierce.

Bridget exhaled. It was time to go into the kitchen, so she'd have to engage with the others again. [i]Uggggggh.[/i] Reluctantly Bridget made her way down to the kitchen. As she walked down into the kitchen she caught the smell of pancakes, it was nice, but she knew that she wouldn't eat any. She needed a little more than some pancakes and syrup to fill herself up.

She bumped her face into the door frame that lead to the kitchen, this made her instantly angry. She continued into the basement and glared around the room at everyone. [color=salmon]"You lot say, [i]nothing.[/i]"[/color] Today was going to be a wonderful day.

Without another word she reached into the fridge, pulled out a whole roast chicken on a plate. Then  she walked over to the couch, it groaned as she sat on it, her massive weight being a bane to it's existence. She grumbled to herself, hiding her embarrassment with her anger.