Bridget

The streets of a small city in rural Illyria are bustling under the pleasant mid-day sun, a gentle breeze flowing through packed streets and carrying delicious scents through the entire city. The chatter of residents, merchants, and travelers fills the air with a constant yet somehow comforting background noise. In one of the city's main plazas, a river cuts through the landscape, a ferry of tourists passing through and taking in the gorgeous sights around them. In this plaza, a very special performance is taking place, with a young woman and her yo-yo. A small crowd is gathered to watch her, the red steel she slings at the end of a thread but a blur in the air in her demonstration of incredible coordination and artistic talent. The crowd, marveled by the girl's talent, makes way for new spectators as the woman at the center of it all giggles, the business end of her yo-yo flinging back into her palm as she flourishes, a bright smile plastered on her face. "That's all for today, everyone! Do be sure to pay up—cash only, I don't take checks or cards." Payment isn't even a question; a performance of that caliber demands some form of compensation. Through it all, as cash finds its way into the young woman's wallet, the crowd starts to clear, until she finds herself almost alone again, peering out over the river with a smile on her face as she leans over the guardrails. A tired sigh leaves her lips as she turns around, a familiar face a few short feet behind her. "Oh, hello there! I remember you from the show. You like what you saw? Maybe you want an autograph?"

The forests of Illyria are no place to be at night, with cold temperatures and wild creatures roaming uncontrolled, but unfortunately for there isn't really any other option but to take cover in the dense woods. On the run from the law, it'd surely be impossible to find a single person in an entire forest; surely the Illyrian police force wouldn't turn every stone and check under every log! It's just not feasible. But as the sky starts to grow dimmer, and safety for the night is more or less assured, a rustling in the bushes can be overheard uncomfortably close. There's only a few things that could be... and none of them are particularly good to see at this hour. Silence falls again. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Until a blur of red steel flies from the brush, smacking hard into the tree right behind 's head, missing it by only a couple of inches. It retracts just as fast as it appeared as a woman leaps from the bushes, yo-yo in one hand and a page in the other... a bounty! "There you are! I've been looking all over for you! , right? Got your name and photo right here. You're gonna bring in the big bucks!"

The rising moon casts a dull indigo glow across the long road as little miss Bridget strolls home with her date. It's been such a lovely night already, full of great food and fun experiences, that she couldn't help herself when the offer to go home with her date came up. It's been a long, long time since she's felt this comfortable with anyone else, and she wouldn't give up that feeling for the world. Her heart pounds faster and faster as the door swings open, giddy with excitement as the two make their way to the bedroom. The falls back onto the plush mattress, giggling all the way down as her legs squirm without her command. She lifts her gaze, propping herself up on an elbow as she lifts a leg, her skirt riding up to show off what lies underneath; though covered by a pair of tight black shorts, a clear bulge is visible in her crotch. "Oh, ... we've had such a good night already, I don't ever want it to end! But y'know, I can think of a few ways to take this night from magical to absolutely unforgettable... heh heh heh..."