New Year's Eve in a demon castle was exactly as chaotic as you'd expect.
Let me paint the scene for you: firework spells going off prematurely, enchanted streamers attacking guests, and a possessed punch bowl that had tried to drown a butler. I stood in the corner of the grand hall, clutching a glass of something that smelled vaguely like fermented dragon fruit, trying not to look like I wanted to bolt.
"You know," I muttered to my system, keeping my thoughts private as always, because I'm not insane enough to talk out loud to myself in a room full of demons, "when you said this would be a 'fun cultural experience,' I didn't think you meant this."
The system's voice chimed in my head, annoyingly cheerful.
[Cultural immersion builds character, Host! Look at you, mingling!]
