She heads to the bathroom

Bethany bolted to her right, praying in her haste she didn’t alert the guards to another person being there. She entered the bathroom, but only now did she realise that there was no other exit in there, essentially trapping herself. While she still had the option of running back, it sounded like the other two were just finishing up, and to make matters worse, Beth had a feeling that she wasn’t alone in the room.

To her left were a series of bathroom stalls, and to her right were an equal amount of urinals with only one sink and mirror, but straight to the front of her was what appeared to be a shower room, and where the steam from before had seemingly originated from. The shower had been running as soon as she stepped into the room, but as she considered her next option, the shower had suddenly turned off.

On instinct alone, Beth **** herself into one of the bathroom stalls, locked the door and just sat down; scrunching her fists up, ready to fight. Suddenly she heard a series of footsteps emerge from the shower room. She lowered her head below the crack under the door to find two clawed feet.

Only her shaken state prevented him from exclaiming “What the fuck!?” Bethany could just make the figure out from her angle by looking at the bathroom mirrors. Apart from the feet, this person(??) had red, scaly skin, blonde mohawk like hair, a pair of small wings that were wrapped around her body, but a human like face. Judging by the pair of tits that weren’t so well hidden by the towel she wore, Beth made the assumption it was woman, but that’s all she could figure out for sure. She looked like a dragon, or a person mixed with a dragon, but that was impossible.

“Are you fucking serious!?” shouted the dragon, not even bothering to hide her contempt. Both women turned to hear the other men climaxing in the other room and breathe heavily. “This place - top to fucking bottom - seems to be filled with faggots who fucking shrivel up at the sight of a woman.”

She was evidently pissed off about something, but Bethany assumed it was less about gay people, and more about other issues she was having. As soon as they both heard the other men make a break for it out the backdoor, the dragon removed her towel from her body and started to dry off her hair.

“God fucking damn it, can’t that asshole hurry up!?” She towelled off her hair with more **** than was necessary. “I spent months tracking down those freaks for him and the first thing he says to me is-” She ceased her toweling and lifted one arm dramatically. “Have patience my dear. I want to have some fun with this,” she said in a mocking german accent. “Fucking asshole.”

Bethany assumed she was talking about Gwen and Blair, but what did she call them? Freaks? What was so strange about them, especially to a dragon? Her mind was having difficulty wrapping around exactly what she had gotten herself into, and the consequences for her actions from this point onward. The dragon woman threw her towel on the floor as she stared deeply into the mirror.

“I need to get laid… badly,” she grumbled and headed straight towards Bethany. She lifted her head and legs up so she wouldn’t see, but as fate would have it, the dragon took the stall right next to hers. Beth tried to psyche herself up quietly to keep focused, but the other woman seemed unaware of Beth’s presence as she lowered the toilet seat and sat down to pee. She could hear the trickling of water next door and began to relax slightly, but Bethany had forgotten about the phone in her pocket, and lifting her legs up had turned her pockets downwards, causing it to slide out and smack the floor; the sound echoing throughout the bathroom.

“Huh, who’s there?” Bethany heard her call out. She hugged herself on the toilet, her usual fighting spirit departing for common sense to take hold, but then she noticed that the wall between her stall and the dragon’s had a suspicious hole in it. A hole more than big enough for the dragon to peek through and see Bethany sitting right beside her. She suddenly saw a red tail curve around his phone and scoop it up to the dragon’s side. “This yours? Who’s there?”