Late Night at Her Penthouse

Ellie stands in front of the mirror, applying her dark red lipstick with precision. She’s dressed to kill: a sleek black mini-dress, matching stilettos, and gold jewelry that glimmers under the soft light. Her friends are waiting downstairs in a luxury car, the engine humming impatiently.

You stand near the door, towering over her petite frame, your demeanor professional but firm. She glares at you through the mirror.

Ellie: "Move aside. I’m not asking, I’m telling you—I'm going to the club." Her voice is sharp, dripping with arrogance.