Going out...
My fighting lady's, Bel and Alma:
Alma: Belinda, how about getting out of your plumaged tin-can and go an get some drinks.
OM: Belinda?
Bel: OK, dragonlady, I'm sure you owe me a beer...
OM: Dragonlady?
Alma: When partying she is Belinda Bump to me...
Bel: And she's not called Dragonlady for nought...
Alma: And you should see her bump...
Bel: And her breathe when drunk...
Getting out of the dragonskins...
Alma: Now, I really think that this is enough photos for now...
And here she comes ready for the evening drink...
And Bel shed her panzer...
Bel: Now if you don't mind, I need to change!
And then she returned ready for a beer...
Bel: Now where did that old dragon disappear?
