It opens with a scene from a talk show.....

{if@ TVSluddsan == False}Without any transition, the black screen suddenly changes to what looks like a scene from a talk show. It must be midway through, because there's no introduction, and it sounds like the people on stage are in the middle of an introduction. The man at the host's desk has a light-up sign behind him that says "The Evening Gig (with Paul Judy)", but you have to lean in pretty close to see it, because the footage is really bad quality. You never really watched these shows, because they were on when you'd be going to bed, and because of your rage at not being able to watch them you now associate them with being boring as a coping mechanism. So you're not looking forward to this at all.

Tuning out whatever the people are saying, you try to find something else on the screen that catches your interest. There's a white date in the bottom corner of the screen, in much higher quality than the rest so probably added in afterwards -- it looks like this is from about four months ago. You're trying to squint and focus on the guest's face, to figure out who they are, but it's sort of hard to tell.... you actually do feel a bit like you recognise them, but you're not sure from where. You can't have seen them very often, anyway....{else}{if CameronInRoom == True}You quickly shoo Cameron out of the room, and plop yourself down to rewatch the tape. {endif}Once again, without transition, the black screen changes to the scene of The Evening Gig (with Paul Judy). The quality is still pretty bad, but now that you know what's going on already, it's a bit easier to deal with.{endif}

"So, what exactly is your plan for expanding the borders Northwards? I hope you aren't just going to be winging it."

The audience laughs loudly, even though you're{if TVSluddsan == True} still{endif} not sure if a joke happened, and {if TVSluddsan == False}the guest waits patiently for a break to respond. You're only listening in now as part of a game to find clues about who the guest is, not to actually watch the show, because as previously stated, it is boring.{else}Bridget waits patiently for a break in the noise to respond.{endif}

"Winging it is a part of being a Warrior, Paul." She says, after the audience's laughter dies down. "But yes, I have a plan. In fact, later this year I'll be visiting Kokkinport's most prestigious Warrior universities, to find a group of worthy graduates that will help me in our city's expansion. Fighting back the monsters is something I take very seriously."

{if TVSluddsan == False}Hey, this sort of sounds familiar..... wait, hang on, is this Bridget? Bridget Sluddsan, that high-ranking visiting Warrior who's doing the same thing this lady's talking about? And the one who Lexi..... yeah, you're pretty sure this is her! It was hard to recognise her without all of that ornate armour and her Sledgeaxe{if@ Weapon == 2} (represent){endif}. But that means that someone gave you this tape because of her, probably. Was it just because of how much you think Warriors are cool, they thought you'd like it? It's not like you could be chosen for the expedition, since you're not graduating at the end of this year (or the next).{endif}

"Well, we've all heard the rumours, Bridget." Paul Judy replies, and makes you happy that you figured it out first. "I suppose it's probably for the best you don't go it alone, isn't it?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridget snaps back quickly, with a scathing glare.

"Oh, come now, let's not get upset." Paul Judy lifts his hands up disarmingly. "I just meant that you could probably use the help, is all."

"Tread carefully, Paul." Bridget growls fiercely, demeanour suddenly completely changed. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't tell me you've forgotten, from all the times your mind's fizzled out?"

The audience lets out an elongated "ooooooooohh". You don't really like Bridget, since she was pretty bad to Lexi, but this Paul guy's still being way too harsh with her for sure. She's still a Warrior, and he should give her a bit more respect! She helps protect the city, after all.

Bridget sits, one leg crossed over the other and hands on their respective leather armrests, just staring coldly at the show's host until the audience's chatter simmers down. Then, with a huff, she uncrosses her legs and starts to lean forward to stand up.

"Well, Paul, it's been great, but I think that's my time here up." She says, rising from her chair.

"Ah ah ah!" Paul interrupts, kicking away from his desk to wheel over to right next to her. "You've still got time to spare!"

With that, before Bridget can stand up fully, the well-dressed man shoves a hand forwards towards the crotch of the high-ranked Warrior's pants, fingers sinking deeply into the soft gap between Bridget's inner thighs.

"A-ah--" She stammers, eyes shutting and mouth hanging open as the hands she was using to rise from the chair suddenly go to supporting her weight and stopping her from falling over. She stays there for a while, bent slightly forwards in her standing position and teetering on her legs, only just held up by the hands she's put on the seat's armrests.

"Plenty of time to spare...." Paul Judy says, keeping his one hand sunk against her lap and reaching up with his other to slowly lead the stammering girl back down into her chair.

After only a brief assistance, Bridget falls back the rest of the way herself, flopping back into her leather chair with her arms dangling off of the sides and her jeans-covered legs spread open as the show's host continues to apply pressure. Head leaning back against the top of the seat, she rolls it limply from side to side, mouth open as she gasps like a fish **** for air.

"Looks like it's all true, folks!" Paul Judy announces loudly, turning to the audience and starting a chorus of loud cheers and hollers. Then he turns back to the weakened form of Bridget, sat still in her chair looking at him side ways with pleading eyes, and licks his lips.