Cher turned off the music and threw her alcoholic/kids' drink combo in the fireplace and it caused a fairly large flame to appear due to the ethanol. She burped and looked at the bottle again. THe bottle was $300 and it was only an once and a half, so it was honestly amazing that she was even able to see the large-ass pawprint which somehow was floating off of the bottle as if the laws of sexy-ass physics didn't apply.
"What the fuck is this bullshit?" commented Cher as she began to look around her large room to see if perhaps something else got vandalized by a blue cat or dog who must've stepped in paint or ink. Not that she would have ink because this wasn't the 17th century where people used quills and ink to write. Cher looked through her closet to see if possibly there was some sort of connection with the perfume.
