>"That would be lovely. And yes, I've been busy all night."
>"So I've gathered," she says. "I thank you for your efforts, even if the mistress chooses not to."
>Sakuya leads you down the hallway, up the staircase in the main entrance, and down another hallway into a wing in the east.
>"These are the guest rooms," she says, gesturing to two doors along the corridor.
>You peer into the room closest to you. Despite being guest rooms, there are elegantly furnished and decorated with (subjectively) tasteful and undoubtedly expensive pieces of artwork. There is a large pastoral landscape in early renaissance style hanging above the white marble fireplace, while a tapestry depicting some medieval estate adorns an adjacent wall. The bed itself looks sumptuous, topped comforter of vivid scarlet silk, and furnished with an assortment of deep pillows. A maid is currently straightening a few last creases in the spread, while another appears to be having a grand time fluffing the pillows.
>"There's only one bed," Mokou says, with an oddly neutral tone of voice.
>"Yes, is that a problem?" Sakuya asks.
