... revealing Ronnie sprawled over Doom's
hideously decadent throne. Her legs were hanging over one arm of the chair, one of her shoes hanging on by her toe, while her upper body reclined against the other arm rest. She had one arm draped against the back of the chair and holding a cigar, the other extended lazily past her head and holding a glass of champagne she had snagged from downstairs, as if waiting to have it topped off. She was still wearing all of her clothes, of course.
The footman was standing nearby, holding her camera, a soft beeping noise followed by a bright flash.