β Thank fuck for indoor heating. Sofia was still getting used to how freaking cold the country was, goosebumps only just starting to fade from her skin though she'd already shoved the clothing she had come in wearing into the early 00's cartoon weekender, the fabric now covered with additional patches for shows like Scooby Doo and Courage the Cowardly Dog, along with ones for a few different bands. Certainly the bag didn't quite fit the tropical attire she had shifted into but Sofia intended to keep it basic her first night, easy appeal, before she started to show up in her more specialised styles.
β She really did need her vanity though, barefaced as she'd changed in the middle of the dressing room while other dancers got ready around her. The manager had told her that a guy named Mars would be helping show her around but he hadn't arrived yet, not necessarily because he was late but likely because Sofia was early. Not only was she adjusting to the temperature but also trying to get around, it had felt odd how easy it was to just walk to work but she had, not getting lost even once.
β Sofia used the free time to talk to a few of the other dancers, introducing herself and comparing body glitters as Sofia applied some brand she had brought over from home and apparently was not sold here. She was likely midway through a comparison of the different kinds, what might work best with her skintone and what didn't apply like ice in the winter months, when Mars arrived.
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