Kyon rented a top floor room in one of Boston's most prestigious hotels. He opened the door with a keycard and saw an exquisitely appointed room: a crystal chandelier, furniture made of lacquered patterned wood, shining marble floors, a comfortable king-size bed, a glossy white bathroom with a shower. Anyone would stand frozen to the spot, absorbed in this luxurious interior design. Only rich people could afford to spend a day in this place.
«It sucks.» – Triana muttered with disdain, emerging from invisibility.
Kyon smiled. The difference in cultural values was striking. What was delightful for one seemed gross for others, but her opinion didn't mean a thing to him: «You'll get used to it, baby tiger. We are going to live here for a month, maybe two.» – He had been meaning to rent the entire hotel, but it might have drawn unnecessary attention.