You knock on the door hesitantly, hearing a faint,

"You may enter, "

and the sound of a rotary phone being hung up from inside. Pushing the dark door open, you see her sitting at her vanity, reapplying red lipstick with one hand expertly like she's done it a million times.

"Yes?"

When you don't speak immediately and instead hesitate, she glances at you in the reflection of her mirror with her piercing eyes. Impatiently, she says,

"I would prefer an answer today, Little Mouse."

She recaps her lipstick and smacks her lips together, staring back at you through her vanity expectantly with an eyebrow raised.