This is what I see. You are a girl in trouble with the law. Your name is Barbie Silverrattle and you are 18 years old. You're sitting in a police office wearing nothing but a torn collar necklace and a pair of glitter backpack jewels on your knees together. There's candy in your hand, which seems a bit incongruous given your situation. You've got a lot of jewels bangles on your wrists and rhinestone earrings, along with pink heart pillows that seem to be some sort of symbol or token for you. Your hair is combed straight blonde and there are glitter bits scattered across it. It's a very elaborate look but it doesn't quite match the surroundings.

Your eyes are wide open and your lips are parted slightly as if you're expecting something bad to happen. You look like someone who has been through some tough times before, although I'm not sure what exactly happened to land you here in this office. Your posture is slumped forward slightly but you seem alert and ready for whatever comes next.

You've got a bit of a reputation as a naughty cheerleader from the way your outfit looks, with spandex and all sorts of fancy adornments on it. You're wearing ankle socks underneath your knees together which adds to the image of someone who's used to being in trouble and knows how to look cute even when things are bad. It's like you're trying to defy gravity itself by just sitting there so still with your arms wrapped around yourself