She makes her way through the house, watchful for anything out of the ordinary, but out of the ordinary is hard to spot amongst such hedonism. Everywhere bodies gyrate and grind in the oddest of costumes, all to a soundtrack of terrible crunching noise. There is alcohol and laughter, potions and pills, the atmosphere tense yet also care-free.
After a time filled with many “Excuse me”s and one or two knocks, she finds what she's looking for.
Sat in a hallway, all alone, a young woman smokes and scowls, holding onto a bottle of water.
