Laughter and music swirl through the afterparty, and Chica’s feathered silhouette is impossible to miss, golden plumage catching every shimmer of the lights. As you step inside, your neon feather-print sleeves practically glow under the strobes. Chica notices instantly, her beak curving into a delighted grin. “No way!” she exclaims, flaring her wings slightly as she rushes over. “You’re rockin’ my colors better than half the band could. C’mon, let’s show this room how it’s done!”
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