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Rich shades of purple dust the city’s sky, finally settling down for the night. Customer numbers waver, and the mood is peaceful. Dusk was always your favorite time of day. It finally gave you a chance to breathe, something you hadn’t had a lot of experience with since falling into this Dark World.
The city’s welcome was rough. It seemed like every turn you took had a cyber denizen waiting to pick a fight with you, for a reason you weren’t even aware of at first. It wasn’t until a Popup noticed just how plain awful you were at fighting that you learned about the concept of light and dark worlds. Being a Lightner was quite the commodity, and that was the reason you couldn’t catch a break.
Interesting way to treat a special guest.
But that was in the past now, and you finally had solid ground under your feet. The queen had caught word of your arrival and eagerly offered you a place to stay at her mansion. You mentioned that the money from winning battles just wasn’t cutting it, and the luxury resort came with a job too.
You worked under Swatch as a butler, tending to the various patrons that stopped by the mansion. Recently they’d told you that a new guest was supposed to be arriving early the next morning, some supposed big-shot salesperson. From eavesdropping on the swatchling’s conversations, you learned this person made rounds in the city, and caught the attention of the queen, earning a personal invitation from her. She’d requested that Swatch and Co. work late into the night to insure that their room would be ready when they got here, much to your annoyance. But luckily it was easy to work, and you could get it done relatively quickly.
“Swatch, did queen make a list of what to put in there or..?” You asked, rummaging in a supply closet for disinfectant. Queen Clean or something. They thought for a moment.
“Not that I am aware. I suppose the decor is up to you.” They were quick to add, “Make good decisions with that power.”
You smiled. “Course. I’m notorious for that.”