Star strolled up, and, not bothering to knock on the door in case someone was inside, barged in. She looked around, surprised. It's a really nice room. The mannequin-lamp-thing's body seems a bit unrealistic, but I love the coloring and design of the bed and mirror and stuff. It's so.... rich-looking. She plopped down on the bed, which was very comfortable, and looked in the mirror.
"Ugh, my hair..." she muttered angrily, and didn't waste time searching around for a brush. Star combed her fingers through her stick-straight ash-blonde layered hair and evened out her bangs, reaching up to put it in a high ponytail, and realizing she didn't have a ponytail holder. This frustrated her. She took a smaller piece of hair from the base of her neck, wrapped it around the ponytail, and tucked it in.
"This had better stay, or I am using the mannequin-lamp's wire," she announced at the room, which, thankfully didn't respond.