"Get back here!" Tanya ran after the other woman with a pillow in hand.
"No, I'm sorry!" Francine entered one of the closets in the palace's corridors and locked the door. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."
Tanya violently twisted the doorknob, breathing animalistically. She dropped her pillow to the ground.
"I will not hit you if you unlock the door," Tanya said.
"You sure?"
"I am sure."
A couple of minutes passed, and the tension in the air grew tenfold. Finally, the closet door opened with only a crack.
"Show me your hands." Francine stared into Tanya's eyes, and they cut into Tanya's soul.
Tanya lifted her hands over her eyes, and Francine opened the door. Tanya entered the closet and shut the door behind her.
"Now what?" Francine said.
Tanya smirked, grabbed Francine's pillow, and hit her in the head over and over again. Francine covered her head and laughed.
"Such a liar!" Francine said.
"I am not a liar!"