Miki was just finishing zipping up her little black dress. (Every woman had at least one. It was the law of nature and fashion.) She heard the familiar sound of Susan's portal and quickly grabbed the black stilettos with straps she'd left on her bed before exiting her room.
It was a struggle but Miki managed to go down the steps without falling as she put her shoes on, to meet Susan in her living room. She crouched down in the doorway to buckle her straps. "Think he's ready yet? Because if not, you have my permission and encouragement to drop him in a vat of toxic jello."