Tournament
The tournament had gone very well, and Abbey was quite tired, so why was it that she was always the one who woke up during the night to use the bathroom? It wasn’t that she drank any more than the other two, but they seemed to have cast-iron bladders! And it wasn’t even a special ability they had received from her!
She slipped on a bathrobe and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. The mirror covered a whole wall and was softly lit; it would have produced a nice, flattering image if it weren’t for the harsh neon light in the rest of the room. The bathrobe had been a good idea; to look in a mirror naked at three in the morning was not something any magazine would recommend, but still, she was not unhappy with what she saw, so she undid the bathrobe. “Not too bad!” she thoug
