Prima's Room

The faint scent of peach blossoms and peony flowers lingers in the air, nestling against the glittering golds and pinks of the soft rabbit’s room. Wide bay windows let in faint ambient light, lace curtains billowing in an unseen breeze. The pristine white wallpaper, decorated with images of assorted pink flowers, matches the rest of the room. A perfect white vanity holds countless perfumes and makeups, while pink poppy petals rest on the top of it. They are haphazardly placed, though, as the owner could not put nearly enough effort into herself as she could her friends. There are more potted poppies, roses, and alyssum that decorate the room; however, they have been carefully preserved with resin. Their beauty eternal.
The floors were a cozy marble white, hints of gilding throughout. What could be seen of it, anyway; most of the floor was covered in fluffy pink and white carpets in the shape of flowers or hearts. These were accompanied by many plush pillows. They were left on the floor, as Prima was often keen on taking naps wherever she felt like. There were pillows in front of her vanity, resting on top of it, laid out in front of her wardrobe, under the bed, by the door, under every window, and in the middle of the room. Despite how many of them there were, they were all mostly in good condition. If you looked carefully, you might be able to find a few with a bit of blush, or a bit of gloss, staining them. But, you’d have to look quite close to find it.
Nestled in a careful corner of the room were stacks of yet-to-be-used boxes. They came in a variety of sizes, and stacked up next to them were spools of ribbon. While they came in an assortment of colors, gold and pink were Prima’s favorites. How else would her friends know who it came from? There were an assortment of blank, white cards stacked on a nearby white and gold end table. Next to them rest a quill and a few inkwells. Perfect for calligraphy, every gift needs that special touch. A half-finished gift lies just next to the end-table, nestled in a pink-coated box, a spool of cut golden ribbon, and nestled inside is the newest scent from Bunel’s women’s collection. The card rest inside it with a handwritten note to her friend; all it’s missing is the name and a spritz of the perfume. To make sure they like it, of course.
Underneath her vanity rest a small, clear storage container. Inside rest dozens of nail polishes. They were almost exclusively reserved for the snuggle nights she’d host for her friends. She had to make sure everyone could find a color, stamp, and charm they’d like. A little instruction pamphlet is slotted into the front; in case she fell asleep while they were over, they’d still know what to do!
Resting atop the vanity, in addition to the perfumes, also rests her beloved ear and hair curlers. She spared no expense, and the tips of the curlers are gilded. Mostly cosmetic, but you could not dare find this girl touch her hair or ears with silver, hell forbid.
Of course, this is the burrow of a Sloth bun; as such, the bed was the most elaborate and important piece of the room. It was large, easily king-sized. The sheets were a luxury blend of satin and cotton, with the thread count at one thousand. The pillows were stuffed with down, making them impossibly plush to rest on. She had a variety of comforters to choose from, for both the hottest, and the coldest, of nights. Due to her frequent naps, it unfortunately wasn’t made up. The different layers of blankets were folded back and wrapped around each other haphazardly. Here, the pillows showed obvious signs of being well-loved, with the smears of makeup more frequent and prominent, with the addition of the occasional mascara smudge.
Resting on one of the pillows is a little book; Being Their Princess, with a handheld mirror being used as an emergency bookmark. Next to her bed rests a voice-activated lamp and her favorite Hilbun perfume. There’s also her phone charger, shaped like a little rose. Perfect for setting her phone down and going, as she’s often prone to doing.
Speaking of, the little dear is nestled in the bed right now, taking a snooze. Her phone has fallen out of her hands, though the screen still reads ‘Bunazon, take advantage of Supreme deals now!’. It looks like she was browsing next-day-delivery for a few of her favorite treats.
Well, there’s always tomorrow. For now, this little Prima cuddles up tighter in her bed, snuggling her expensive pillows and kicking a blanket over herself. She doesn’t hear her phone ring as her friends call, nor the doorbell ring as the deliveryman shows up with yesterday’s impulse purchases. She’s sweetly dreaming about a dance with the most enchanting stranger she’s ever met.