Byproducts of a collective decadence

A whip of callous and uncompromising lightning strikes the stormy sky, and an accompanying crackle of thunder rocks her surroundings with its omnipotent might, as she descends the retracted staircase of her first-class luxury aircraft. Her heels create a consistent and elegant ruckus every time they make contact with the succeeding stair, and her large suitcase gently taps against the metallic railing as it follows its owner’s path in subservient nonsentience.
      The woman is clad in a debona...