Angela got out of the taxi in frontof the bar.  She had heard about the place, all about it, from one of her friends.  At first glance, no one would think her a pred; Angela had dwarfism and stood at about three foot five.  However, she was more than capable of fitting multiple people in her stomach.  As her stomach growled, Angela smoothed back her honey-colored hair and looked down at her body.  She wore a short skirt and a tank top, over which there was a leather jacket.