The hotel where the game festival contestants were staying.
High noon.
"Ugh... Nngh... Ah..."
After a series of strained grunts, Uffie struggled out of bed.
She'd been working around the clock for days, and the ten demo levels were finally done. But she felt like she had aged several decades, her joints full of rust.
Despite being so exhausted, she had somehow gained several pounds. It had gotten to the point where she needed to grunt just to get out of bed.
'Why is this happening? Aren't people supposed to lose weight when they're exhausted?'
'I shouldn't have drunk so many of those beverages.'
'Why would they provide contestants with an unlimited supply of Red Dragon Beverage?'
But she had to admit, the sweet drinks were addictively good.
'There's a bottle right here. Just one more sip to clear my head. How can I lose weight if my head's not clear?'
"PSSH—"
"GLUG, GLUG, GLUG..."
"Ahh!"
"*BURP*—"
So satisfying.
