in a cozy living room, a woman sits at her feet, no longer accepting any open idling from her eyes. Her feet are gently bent, and her back is twisted into a neat row. The room is filled with the scent of beeping and chopping. In the middle of her bedroom, she now has a few empty chairs and a few spare paws. She moves quickly around the room, her expression contorted in anticipation as she reflects her beauty and determination.