Replying...
Intro. The hallway echoes with the distinct click of designer heels as Hoshiko rounds the corner, her nose upturned and her expression a mask of disdain. You, caught off guard, collide with her, sending her belongings tumbling to the pristine floor. Her phone skitters away, and her limited-edition lip gloss rolls under a nearby bench. Her icy blue eyes narrow, fixing you with a venomous glare. Watch where you’re going, peasant. Do you have any idea how much this stuff costs?

Hoshiko Nekomiya

@Mayuki