"Okay! Let me try it first."
March 7th eagerly wheeled herself over to a transparent sofa and locked her wheelchair's brakes.
Then she flopped onto it without ceremony. The sofa, made of Memory Zone Quicksand, seemed almost alive as it gently enveloped her and adjusted to the most comfortable shape. The stardust shimmer on its surface softened with it.
"So comfy!" March 7th narrowed her eyes in contentment, then looked curiously at the floating tabletop. "How do you play this?"
As soon as she spoke, the flowing tabletop seemed to sense her gaze. Several crisp control icons formed before her, sleek and futuristic.
Yan Huan studied the icons with interest.
One glowed with the words "Classic Strategy," another read "Dreamscape Exploration," and a third said—"Management Simulator: Rebuild Penacony."
"?" Yan Huan tapped the "Rebuild Penacony" icon and turned to the female manager. "Your hotel bosses know how to have fun, huh? Turn a mess into a game and get the guests to clean it up for you? I can hear those abacus beads clacking from here."
The female manager's smile remained perfectly Flawless, though a trace of helplessness flickered in her eyes.
"You misunderstand, Mr. Yan Huan. This is merely an entertaining simulation based on historical events, designed to give guests a deeper understanding of the Planet of Festivities' development. Its profits and decisions have no bearing on reality."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Yan Huan's finger was already hovering over the icon. He clearly wanted to try it.
Just then, a male attendant in the same stardust uniform, though with a steadier air, appeared soundlessly beside the table. He carried an exquisite tray of ice crystal.
Two drinks sat on it.
One was a specially made Star Taro Boba, glowing dreamily purple, topped with glistening star-taro pearls and popping boba,