"Sasahara Michiko," said Michiko, feeling that her name was all that was required in her introduction. With that, she glanced around at the other girls and... person who could be either that had shown up. Of course, few could ever approach her level of desirability(striped thigh highs, naturally, made her appeal super-maximum one thousand omega supreme). So that was of no concern. However, what was of concern was the fact that this was very clearly not her room, unless her room had somehow become so untidy all the walls fell down and it grew grass. Michiko was fairly certain clutter was not capable of causing such an outcome. The natural conclusion was that the email had been truthful, and the door took her too another dimension. And probably did the same to all those other girls and... person who had appeared here.

After a few moments of muted shock at this revelation, Michiko shook her head. So it was like one of her games. Some of them, at least. Or certain manga. Or light novels. Or anime. Problem Children for example. Did that mean their manager and guide was going to be a hot bunnygirl from the moon? She certainly wouldn't complain if that was the case.

"... Did everyone come through a weird door?" she asked, approaching the sign and gently prodding it with one finger.