"Oh my, those guys haven't logged in all day. I heard they're holding some kind of 'tournament to find a spouse' in the other world. It sounds like a blast. Too bad we can't go join in."
In the VIP cabin of the Plunderer, Triss was sprawled on the rocking bed in a thoroughly undignified pose, clutching a blanket. She didn't care that she occasionally flashed a glimpse of skin; after all, aside from her, languidly lounging there, the only one in the cabin was Murphy, who had just finished doing something naughty.
She was holding Murphy's core orb, watching the livestream at the Transia tavern through a third-party relay on the forums. On the orb's psionic projection, Great Sai was broadcasting a bonfire party on a beach in another world from an extremely professional camera angle. With fireworks constantly blooming in the background and delicious dishes being brought out one after another, Triss couldn't help rubbing her stomach. Then she turned to Murphy, who was clumsily mixing cocktails beside her in his pajamas, and asked:
"Aren't you even a little curious about what they're doing over there?"
"Look, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious, but that's their fun, and it has nothing to do with us poor NPCs from another world."
Murphy didn't even look up as he spoke.
"They're partying over there while we have to schedule our cuddling, and we still have a mountain of text to review. Adele's been pulling an all-day shift in her cabin. We'll have to get busy soon, too."
"Ooh, feeling sorry for your little minx?"
Triss drawled.
"Why not go comfort your sweetheart? I bet no matter how busy Adele is, all you have to do is give her a nod and she'll keep processing text efficiently while