The master bedroom had no shame.
That was the only thought my brain could safely produce as I stood in the doorway, staring at a bed big enough to host a family reunion and at least three terrible decisions. The room had changed completely from the plain old space it had been a few minutes ago.
Warm light filled the walls, thick blankets were layered across the mattress, and enough pillows were stacked near the headboard to make me wonder if the manor had robbed some poor nobleman's bedroom while we were downstairs dealing with the pink smoke emitting demon lord's crash landing.
The worst part was that the room knew exactly what it was doing. It didn't look random, it looked prepared for more people. It looked like the manor had taken one long look at my life, judged me, then built a room based on all the thoughts I was trying very hard not to say out loud with Celeste standing beside me.
A system panel popped up before I could make the mistake of speaking first.
