The inside of the manor was so large it could have been a palace, Setsuko thought. The room Roa led her into was strange and lavish all at once, with groups of sparkling crystals suspended in mid-air, ceilings so high and wide that they seemed to touch the sky, and people sitting in couches so soft they seemed to sink immediately into them.

And then there was the girl serving their drinks--ordinary enough but for the silver lines running up and down her bare arms.

She bowed her head in greeting. "The pleasure is mine."