Mika floats beside a window of the pleasure house, face plastered against the glass, watching with pure, slack-jawed awe as Pip ravages her eight-legged friend with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for religious extremism.
Her halo hums, throwing off sparks as she claps both hands over her own eyes when a piece of furniture goes crashing across the room with a splintering Crack~.
"Should we... do something about this?" Mika asks nervously, peeking through her fingers.
Below her, Lula, Sera, and Raikya watch with wide eyes and even wider grins, pressed shoulder to shoulder against the same wall like children peering through a bakery window.
"Absolutely not," Sera says as the bed frame splits clean in two beneath Pip and Xenara with a savage snap of protesting wood. "That would be a crime against art. There's no way we can interrupt this."
