"And what the heck is happening here?" Orion raised a brow, a dry scoff slipping out before he could stop himself. "Why are there so many… female servants?"
"Good morning, Young Master!" they chorused in perfect unison, heads bowed in reverence. In one practiced motion, each servant lifted the silk covers from the golden trays they held.
The room instantly glittered....outrageously expensive outfits made from the finest fabrics, gold jewelry, glinting diamond rings, luxury wristwatches, skin-care sets, and beauty products of every kind.
Orion blinked against the sudden brightness.
Oh my goodness! We're not in Inca, Dubai, or Johannesburg....the cities of gold are we? Isn't this supposed to be an esper-guide world?
The jewelry sparkled so brightly he had to physically look away, shielding his eyes with the back of his palm.
"What exactly is all this for?" Orion asked, brows furrowing as a tired sigh left his lips.
