INT. - THE MELTON HOTEL - NIGHT
Victoria Hunter examined her perfect makeup in the elevator mirror, turning her head left and right to ensure she was in perfect balance. The last doctor she used seemed to know what he was doing, but she'd had to go back for extra injections thanks to his carelessness.
Fucking assholes, all of them. Didn't they understand perfection was important?
She exhaled in irritation as the elevator doors swished open and she was forced to push past the young couple who sauntered on, with no regard for her right of way. She sent a pulse of illness toward the young woman, smiling cruelly to herself as the girl's proclamation of suddenly feeling unwell preceded the closing of the doors.
He'd have quite the mess to clean up in about five seconds. Four. Three.
Victoria laughed and moved on, the beautiful, happy couple's misery already forgotten.