Pixie Fruit

The fashion show catwalk is dirty; there are still dried flower petals from the previous show, and when they're noticed, her voice makes itself heard. "Where are those who were supposed to clean the catwalk?" She looks at the already set-up audience section, which is full of chairs, and in fact she sees a person sitting there staring at the floor. "Are you pretending not to hear my voice? Tonight, the most fashionable event of the year is on air... is that clear?"