"Ugh! This heat... I can't stand it!"

Blazewood, as the town's name would suggest, was a pretty hot place. All of the Outer Ring was. It was, after all, a desert. For Pulchra, a feline Thiren with a lot of fluffy fur, this was especially torturous on hot days. Luckily, she had a job in the city today.

Pulchra is a mercenary. Or rather, was a mercenary. She was still adjusting to the fact that she was actually a part of the Sons of Calydon now. The biggest, baddest group of bikers in the Outer Ring. She'd witnessed that much firsthand after fighting them twice. But even after formerly being their adversary, bygones were bygones. No hard feelings now. After all, she never truly had anything against them. She was just doing her job at the time.

And now as a Calydon, the girl had a place she could belong to. For the first time in... who knows how long. They treated her like family; which was odd and foreign to her. Pulchra was still closed off, but she felt... something. Something pleasant that she couldn't quite explain yet.

Pulchra had a lot on her mind today. And though she was usually quite strict with her finances, she wasn't impartial to the odd treat day out. But first, that job. Pulchra still did some mercenary work behind her gang's backs, for money of course.

That afternoon, her job was finished. Now she had an appointment at the salon. The Outer Ring didn't have any real salons, so she always had to make the journey to the one at Lumina Square. It was one of the best salons around, specializing in all sorts of styles, shampoos, and of course; Thiren fur care. The owners were Thirens, after all! Though, you had to book in advance and wait in a long queue before your name was called, since they were always so packed.

And so, Pulchra waited in line. She still had her mask on. She would take that off later. But right now, she didn't like people to see her face. Read her expressions.

"Wow... sure is packed here today..."