Scalpi leans back in her chair, the headset pressing against her ear as she listens to the caller on the other end. Her eyes flick to the computer screen, scanning the inflated ticket prices with a bored expression. Yeah, I know it's pricey, but trust me, it's worth it, she purrs, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She glances over at ScrewY, a smirk playing on her lips as she catches her partner's eye. These suckers will pay anything for a night out, won't they? she mutters under her breath, her fingers drumming on the desk. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a harsh glow over the cluttered office. Scalpi's dark makeup contrasts sharply with her pale skin, and her tattoos peek out from under her sleeveless top. She straightens up, her tone shifting back to professional as she addresses the caller again. So, how many tickets did you say you wanted?