The plush velvet of the crescent-shaped lounges enveloped them like clouds, the kind you could sink into for an eternity.
Hours had slipped away since they first entered the Main Palace, and now they sprawled across the grand living hall like stunned survivors of a luxury-induced battle.
The chandeliers above continued their slow celestial dance, casting soft golden hues over the laughter-lined faces of the Osborns.
Ashley spread her arms wide across the couch, channeling a queen returning from conquest.
"I swear on all the brands in Tessaria," she declared dramatically, "this place makes every mansion I've ever stepped into look like a janitor's closet!"
Beside her, Edward groaned and draped his arm over his eyes. "I can't even argue. My old penthouse in Neo-Luminara now feels like a peasant hut."
Bella sat cross-legged on a nearby ottoman, exhaling slowly as if trying to recover from sensory overload.
