The ruins of beauty

In the dim glow of a grungy apartment, a young woman lies on a dirty wooden floor, her once-glamorous makeup smeared and streaked. Empty alcohol bottles scatter around her, and her lightly styled dirty blonde hair hangs messy. She wears a silver leather jacket with black accents, a zipper-top black microskirt, and her skirt is hiked up, revealing an extreme cleavage. Her face is pressed into the floor, hiding any trace of her beauty. The room reeks of regret and the echoes of a night gone wrong.