Fresh out of the shower, Bridget brushed out her hair in the mirror, a towel wrapped around her body as she worked through the strands. Gazing at herself in the mirror, it felt odd- even after playing her role as a girl for so long, her lack of curves didn’t quite fit the bill.

While she finished in her room, you happened to pop in. It was clear she needed a pick-me-up.

“Ah, Jupiter?” she begins quietly, looking to you with a weak smile. “How, uh… how do you think I look?”