Surely this had to be a dream, Brigitte thought. The last that she remembered the slender brunette was not in the desert and certainly not standing outside of a hotel. At least, that’s what it looked to her. A large rustic looking building with lush green grass and huge trees surrounding it, completely out of place in the desert. She took a hesitant step forward when she noticed a man walking toward her. He seemed like a man at first but as he drew closer Brigitte noticed the odd coloured, textured skin that covered his face. Like rock, she realized in surprise. There was no way of knowing if the rest of his body resembled his face as he wore a dark suit..
It was then Brigitte realized she was naked. This wasn’t a dream, it was a goddamn nightmare! It made sense though, since Brigitte had been naked when she fell asleep in Ghost’s cellar. Transforming into a werewolf had destroyed her clothes afterall.
“Christ!” Brigitte’s hands moved quickly to cover her intimate parts as her face flushed. The stone man didn’t seem to notice as he gesture to her. Brigitte was ignoring the gesture, preferring to search for somewhere to hide. At least it was just her and Mister stone in this dream, the latter of whom was still gesturing at Brigitte. It seemed like he wanted her to follow him.
“Are you out of your mind?” Brigitte demanded. The stone man ignored that and turned away, walking further into the greenery. After a moment she decided she had nothing to lose and followed. This had to be the strangest dream she even had and the most realistic too. It felt like the wind was blowing across Brigitte’s face, that her skin was being warmed by the sun and– Brigitte stopped suddenly.
It was too real.
Immediately the brunette pinched herself, causing a sharp pain in her arm. Pain that she wouldn’t be feeling if the woman was truly asleep. Her eyes sought out the stone man who was further ahead, next to some wall. “What’s going on here? Who are you? Where am I?”
The golem said nothing. Instead he pointed to a plaque on the wall and Brigitte quickly read the inscribed words. She glanced at the stone man before re-reading the plaque once more. “This has got to be a joke”, she muttered.
Forgetting her previous embarrassment, Brigitte stepped closer to the stone man. “I want some clothes and then I want to know what the fuck is going on here”. The golem gestured once more, leading Brigitte down a pathway toward on of the buildings. She was thankful that the pair were alone throughout her naked trek through the resort but even more thankful when the golem lead her to room on the second floor. Inside the room was fairly simple with wooden furniture and balcony but what caught Brigitte’s attention were the clothes laid out on the bed. Blue jeans, green tee-shirt, black boots. Just like the clothes Brigitte had left at the Happier Time clinic. “Out”, she ordered the golem before dressing.
Once Brigitte was dressed, she opened the door once more, expecting to see the golem. Instead, she was faced with an empty hallway. Brigitte swore before muttering, “Way to offend the only other person here Fitz”.
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