The door opens without resistance, letting you in a cramped apartment, empty bottles rattle under your shoe. The motel room is in complete disarray. In the centre of it lies an earth pony with mulberry coat and cerise mane. She's on her right side with her eyes closed, long equine tongue fell out of her half-open muzzle.

[LOGIC - High Success] "She drank. Again." [PERCEPTION - Medium Success] "She reeks of cheep booze and bad decisions." [COMPOSURE - Failure] "The smell is haunting."