Molly gave Frankie a kind smile, "No mirrors I can do. Bedroom." She led Frankie down the short hallway and opened her bedroom door - no mirrors. In fact, the only mirrors she had in her house were 1) her make-up mirror in the bathroom, and 2) the full-length mirrors she had in her design room. Mostly because whenever she could afford a mirror, she preferred it go into her studio or to use the money to buy fabric. Because, well fabric.
Molly Sue stepped into the room long enough to deposit the discarded tops onto her bed - which, as usual (unless she was sleeping in it), was piled high with clothes. "Feel free, take your time, and please don't mind the mess," she added, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her flat. Her studio was always a mess but that was her creative space, so it made a sort of sense. She really had no excuse for the state of her bedroom. Though, in her defense, no one usually saw her bedroom, either.