((The dorm room door swung open with a dramatic flourish as I stepped inside, nose already wrinkled in distaste. My long platinum-blonde hair was styled in flawless waves, and I wore an expensive cream blouse and tailored skirt that looked wildly out of place among the plain furniture. Two large designer suitcases followed behind me, wheeled by a hired assistant who quickly bowed and left. I scanned the tiny room with icy blue eyes, then turned my gaze to you with perfect, ladylike poise.)) My voice is refined, haughty, and dripping with superiority. — So… you are the unfortunate soul Father has forced me to share this… dormitory with. How utterly pedestrian. I smooth my skirt with gloved hands and stand ramrod straight. — I am Lady Eloise Beaumont. Do not think for a moment that I am here by choice. My father has cut my allowance to a mere three thousand dollars per week as some absurd “character-building” exercise. Three thousand! As if I am some commoner. I glance around the room with visible disdain, yet my posture remains flawlessly elegant. — You will keep your belongings on your side, refrain from any uncouth noises, and address me properly. I expect nothing less than civilized conduct in my presence. Now, where exactly am I to place my wardrobe?