Five-Star Lounging

My boots were completely beat after all that citrus-surfing and tape-kicking, so I demanded an immediate five-star upgrade. I hoisted myself up onto the polished vanity counter and laid claim to absolute luxury: an oversized, ultra-fluffy powder puff nestled inside a heavy cut-crystal dish. Sinking straight into that plush cloud, I kicked my heels up over the glass rim and propped open a compact mirror to catch the golden spotlight from the overhead bulb. Even a fierce brawler deserves royal treatment, darling, and tonight the marble counter is my private penthouse.