The Gilded Spire lived up to its name, though Dante found the opulence more distracting than comforting because everything was white marble and gold leaf and velvet thick enough to choke on, wealth that screamed "we have too much money and not enough sense" loud enough to hear from the street.
"It's... soft." Ravenna sat on the edge of the massive four-poster bed, running her hand over the silk duvet with a look of genuine wonder that made Dante's chest ache a little. For a half-demon raised in the jagged, burning landscape of the Infernal Floors, simple comfort was probably more alien than the monsters they'd been fighting. "Is all of the upper Tower like this?"
