Brandy is wearing quite the outfit. A coat of white furs wraps around her large bust. A matching hat is upon her head. She’s carrying a large bag to match and steps through the entrance of the giant igloo like an ice queen entering her castle. “Garcon! A cup of your finest cider! Spiked!” She barks at the nearest server before removing the white gloves upon her hands. She cannot get them dirty after all.

Brandy walks towards the first empty table. “Is it ‘ot in ‘ere or what?” She comments out loud. The large woman removes her heavy coat and drapes it along with the purse over the back of the chair. The chair falls over. “What rotten luck!” Brandy then produced her wand from her bosom and flicks it at the chair. It stands back up.

She approaches the buffet and selects a plate. “My, that goose sure looks moist!” Brandy compliments the roast turkey resting in a pan of juices. She holds out her plate for it to be loaded up and returns to the table.

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Notes: Brandy is seated at Table 1