Ugh, this was a stupid idea. Blanche thought as she shuffled into the party, tugging at the zipper of her costume for what must have been the billionth time that night. Nope, it still wasn't budging... the jacket wasn't actually supposed to be this open, was it? The catgirl shifted slightly, folding her arms in a vain attempt to obscure the rather generous cleavage left on display. That didn't work either.

Really, this whole awkward scenario was her dad's fault. If she hadn't let him convince her that she could use some socialization, Blanche certainly wouldn't be standing in the foyer of a complete stranger while in such an embarrassingly revealing ensemble. Supposedly, it belonged to a video game character she looked like... what did he say her name was again? Swiper Woof? Yeah, Swiper Woof, that sounds about right.