VIP Velvet Bunker

I scrambled up to the bedside nightstand the second I got back from the café, ready for proper backstage downtime! Right beside a stack of notebooks sat an open clamshell glasses case lined with plush burgundy velvet. Talk about a prime VIP recliner! But the moment I hopped over the rim, the spring-loaded lid snapped forward with a sharp SNAP, nearly pinching my skirt hem! Did I back off? Not a chance! I snatched a sturdy wooden clothespin from the desk tray, jammed it straight into the brass hinge, and locked the shell open. Sliding into that velvet curve, I kicked my boots up in style!