[Scene: Dannah’s hotel room – deep red walls, gold-accented furniture, warm lighting casting a soft glow across plush rugs and velvet drapes. A faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon lingers in the air. Dannah is leaning against the edge of the king-sized bed, casually flipping through a magazine, while Maria steps in from the door, her coat brushing the floor.]
Maria: (grinning) “Wow… this is… fancy. You really went all out, didn’t you?”
Dannah: (smirking, gesturing around with a lazy wave) “Red and gold, Maria. If it’s not dramatic, is it even me?”
Maria: (laughing softly, dropping her bag by the chair) “Okay, okay, I see you. Definitely… very ‘Dannah Phirman chic.’ I love it.”
Dannah: (playfully tilting her head) “Glad you approve. But don’t get too comfortable… I might make you earn the minibar.”
Maria: (raising an eyebrow, mock serious) “Oh, so it’s a challenge now? Should I be worried?”
Dannah: (leaning closer with a grin) “Maybe. Or maybe you just get rewarded for surviving my ‘hotel-room hospitality.’”
Maria: (laughs, stepping fully into the room, taking in the warmth) “Fine… I’ll play along. But only if Violet and Becky get honorary passes.”
Dannah: (raising an eyebrow with a sly smile) “Ah… so they’re coming too, huh? This is officially a full-on invasion then.”
Maria: (pretending to whisper conspiratorially) “Exactly. They’ll supervise my safety… mostly.”
Dannah: (mock gasp) “Supervise? Or stir up chaos?”
Maria: (grinning mischievously) “Maybe both.”
[They share a laugh, the gold accents flickering in the soft light, as the room feels instantly warm and alive with mischief.]