The Imperial Penthouse was vast… a multi-thousand-square-foot palace suspended in the clouds.
It featured floor-to-ceiling glass walls offering an unobstructed, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of Isle Supercity's glittering neon landscape, plush velvet sofas, gold-leaf pillars, and an indoor infinity pool that bubbled with heated, mana-infused spring water.
In the center of the massive master bedroom sat an oversized, king-sized bed wrapped in pure silk sheets.
Mable was currently sprawling completely starfish-style in the middle of the massive mattress.
She had discarded her frilly shoes and was wearing a comfortable, oversized white t-shirt.
Surrounding her on the silk duvet were dozens of silver platters loaded with high-grade room service treats that the hotel kitchen had frantically prepared… slabs of seared dragon-steak on silver skewers, crystal bowls filled with candied mana-fruits, delicate chocolate tarts, and three massive tubs of strawberry ice cream.
