Her room was as large as her own apartment. Maybe even wider. The bed was twice her own, and it was made of materials that lying on it felt like it could easily take all her troubles away. When she was lying down on it, the ceiling above her looked endless—that she had to wonder how the cleaning staff reached it. Did they have long broomsticks? Did they have a special machine? Was there no dust in Aurea?
The floors were carpeted. Soft, brown and red carpets that Erin would never dare install in her own home in fear of spilling beer or food. The upkeep must be costly, but it was all clean—Erin had knelt down on the ground to find specks of dirt, but found none—so even the huge-ass carpet was well-maintained.
The closet—no, the wardrobe—was another thing. She had been placed in an extra gu
