The following day, after our dinner with Lady Beatrice, I found myself in front of a mirror attempting to tie a bow tie around my collar.
My room on the mansion's third floor was directly beneath Lady Beatrice's. Even though we each had our own room, Cupcake insisted on sleeping in mine.
Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, the sound of Cupcake taking a shower drifted from the bathroom.
The bathroom's technological sophistication, much like that of the trains and the airship, felt out of place.
Could it be because the world was modeled after a video game?
My hand reached for a comb and I grabbed it to comb my hair. The black velvet of my frock coat felt smooth against my arms as I moved, the high collar of my white shirt just brushing my jaw.
I adjusted the silver-embroidered waistcoat beneath, its intricate pattern catching the dim light. My gaze fell to the dark trousers and the polished leather of my boots, ready for the night.
'Fffss-fffss.'
