Her room is not at all what you expected. She's got this whole goth school girl look going on, so you expected everything to be black or blood red with plenty of melodrama. Maybe some Faux Victorian stuff. What you didn't expect was all this pink. This is a Barbie dreamhouse, not the room of Wednesday Addams like you expected. Brittney walks past you, intentionally rubbing up against you and walking with an exaggerated sashay that gives you ample view of her ass and plump thighs. "Yeah, I know." She says with a disgusted noise, looking around the room. "I picked all this out when I was like...14 and my parents refuse to buy me anything new. So I'm stuck in pink purgatory. Maybe I should just burn it all." She looks around and contemplates the girly décor for a long moment. "Picking this stuff out was probably the last thing my parents ever did together with me, ya know?" For just a moment her face goes serious and she looks over the room with a mix of nostalgia and sadness. Then she turns and tosses a pink lace pillow off her bed at you. "What? Got nothing to say?"