The door opens, and a woman stumbles through in an eighteenth century gown. (Not exactly the icon, but close.) Looking up, she blinks more than a few times. "Alright, I know that I didn't redecorate my dorm room this much. Damnit, what the hell did I drink?" She blinks around the room a few times, and clings to a pole for support. "I am going to
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