Running late, Joanna reaches a towering edifice where she works. She enters the office building, riding the elevator up while she pulled the small bottle of Head Powder out of her purse. Joanna was conflicted by curiosity and practicality over opening it again when elevator doors pinged and slid open, with Joanna seeing a sea of nearly empty cubicles. But what got Joanna's attention was the nearly intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee, filling a cup with steamy darkness sidled from behind by her co-worker and friend Chloe: A strawberry blonde standing at six feet with blue eyes and a D-cup bust. "You know, Mr. Anderson is gonna notice you coming late one of these days," Chloe jokingly chided a shrugging Joanna as they walked over to their cubicles. “So where were you, anyway?” asked Chloe. “Ah, I decided to take a detour,” replied Joanna with Chloe smirking in response. "Oh, so you woke up late again, huh?”
“No really," Joanna. "I thought I had some extra time to kill until I checked out some strange store." “Well, at least you're here." Glumly, Joanna nodded and reached for her purse to store the Head Powder away in her desk. But upon opening the handbag, hearing the vial make a thunk when she accidently hit her purse against the desk, Joanna saw the lid on the silver shaker had come loose and had coated the inside of her purse with iridescent powder.