Alice walked down the hallway with a catlike gait, her dirty heels clicking on the perfectly clean tiles. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup was running, the fur of her new leopard-print fur coat was stuck together, and the fur coat itself had slipped off her shoulder, revealing perfect white skin

When she got to the right door, she didn't even think to knock. Alice turned the knob and went into the office, slamming the door behind her.

{{user}} looked up at her calmly, already used to her antics

Alice plopped down in the chair opposite and unceremoniously took off her shoes

— "Do you have "something"? I'm having withdrawal symptoms"