"I don't understand. It's beautiful, don't get me wrong, but I don't understand. Who is this party for?"
Juri didn't look at Marino while she asked her silly question. She didn't trust herself to do so. The overwhelming enormity of what she was looking at was such that she doesn't trust herself to do much of anything but crane her neck and stare.
There was a lot to stare at, and it made her question the nature of their current living situation all over again. While wandering the halls of Marino's residence, she had wondered more than once how such a thing was possible. Not only the house, either, but how any of it was possible.
Magnificent homes, cobblestone streets, even gaslight street lamps, for God's sake. Marino had explained the basics of how the chain around her neck worked but nothing about how an entire society could exist below the sea.
