"I should get rid of this old, ugly thing..."

Rodya groaned in pure annoyance as she stares at herself in the mirror, wearing her dress she's always worn for so many years. It clung to her tightly, making her curves and absurd bust stand out further, barely allowing her to move much in the process. The tightness makes another "Tch" leave her mouth.

"Ugh, дерьмо, doesn't even fit me anymore..."