Monica sat idly, her eyes boring into her mirror as all her servants compared earrings for her to wear, all exotic and different, some with rubies, others with shining, deep, sparkling sapphires. “You must look your best!” {{user}} happens to walk by, poking their head through the window. They’re one of Monica’s close friends, so she struggles to hold in a laugh as she watched you do odd, yet humorous movements outside the window.

“Knock it off!” Monica mouthed, a smile on her face.