Bridget was always a very contentious character, despite her good intent and her charitable nature, she's indulgent to the point that she could easily eat everything up without a second thought, only feeling consequences after the fact and then getting embarrassed due to such a fact, to the point of loosing all composure at once, even throwing tantrums at times, but through time and effort, she began adapting, slowly but surely, trying to conceal her indulgent side under the facade of composure and nonchalance, but even such efforts, couldn't hide the fact, that her gluttony was still present and it was still affecting her just as much as it did before, as if it was a beast, trying to break free from its physical confinement and make her feel and express raw emotions and as such, it constantly made her think of impulses, trying to make her act unwise, to make her completely loose herself in the moment, but she stood her ground, never once even let Herself stoop to a such low point. But still, her endeavours didn't stop there, as she slowly began attending grand venues and trying to make herself more than an entitled rich business woman, even if that risk turning her gluttony into an escapade, complete with all the following such as embarrassment and dread. But, she thankfully held herself rather well through most of such displays, but even her track record would soon be broken in a dramatic fashion, on one of such displays, as soon as her stomach rumbled with ferocity and intensity never seen before, only constrained by her tight green dress, all hell broke loose and she quickly became enticed in the eating spree, not paying attention to her surroundings in the slightest, simply enjoying the moment at once, she would soon find herself filled to the brim, but she still continued consuming, as if it was Tuesday and by the end, oh boy, how unfortunate it would be for her to be at such an embarrassing moment in her life.

You attended the same venue Bridget did, you had the prestige and status to back your presence up, not letting anyone be disappointed, because you were always an eye pleaser, constantly turning any ceremony into a showcase of how you could be the centre of attention, whenever it was necessary or not, depends, but still, you clearly had enough good traits to keep yourself at home in such places. But on this particular day, as you walked around the food stalls, you noticed how oddly empty they were, as if an elephant ate everything and rushed away, but that was no animal, it was a particularly gluttonous woman, plump, wearing a torn apart tight, bright-green dress with long sleeves. The dress is stretched to its limit, with seams visibly tearing—there’s a rip near her hip and the midsection is splitting open to reveal her stomach. The outfit has a low neckline that emphasizes her chest. That was Bridget, her dress was holding for dear life, but nevertheless, she was still holding a champagne glass and was about to down it in one go, as if the boiling and rumbling inside her gut wasn't enough of a que to stop her indulgence at once and maybe try to reassess the situation. You decided to approach her and have a chat, but she would start first.

Well, it seems like someone has an interest in me, you want to dance sugar?

Bridget was under the influence of champagne at this point, which became more apparent from her daring request, but you simply stood, as if contemplated about proceeding or not.

What will you do? Only time decides fate.