>"Sanae's got strange taste in design."
>Enter The Room. oh hai mark
> "...I can't really argue with you on that," Suwako says at last.
> You enter the room through one of the doors. Light shines down from what you think is a window, but there's so much billowy fabric hanging from the ceiling that it's hard to tell. A round bed sits in the middle of the room, covered in flowers and surrounded by offerings left by previous visitors: sweets, candles, a can of coffee, and oddly enough, a block puzzle. Sanae is curled up on the bed, wearing the kind of clothes you're more likely to see on Kaguya than a shrine maiden. She also seems to have acquired more hair decorations: a snail hairpin, and a brown feather tucked behind her ear. She's enveloped in a bronze glow and fast asleep.
> Suwako approaches the bed to brush some hair from Sanae's face, and you feel a hand grab your shoulder.
> _
