Door's locked and let the walls fall down
There was a steaming cup of coffee sitting on her tabletop. Magazines were opened and even marked with circles and exclamation points of different sizes. Fancy brands, types, and colors of clothes littered her floor and covered most of her couch. Earrings, bracelets, necklaces of all shapes and sizes were draped and scattered everywhere.
It almost felt like she was in high school again, actually, with the money and the buying with the money.
Cordelia told herself she was happy. Material things were her comfort zone, after all. Hey, what were a few bruises and scrapes when one could cover them up with silk and fancy - yet fashionable - fake fur? One of the perks of a perkless life, after all.
Except this time there were no bruises and scrapes. And the silk was of the highest quality, not some cheap ripoff that sometimes caused her to itch. And the fur was... sadly, of the gruesome kind.
Funny that she found herself preferring the scars and the fake.