“Well done! I am impressed.” The Utaysi congratulated Senjen as he exited the simulation. 

“Most people do not win on their first try; one versus two as well. Bravo!”

“Good job Senny, you were formidable in there.” Ruk toasted him with a few glass of champagne.

A servile droid appeared with a tiny olive tree sapling in a terracotta pot on their silver tray. The Utaysi staff member carefully took hold of it and presented it to Senjen.

“A token of Myrmidon’s appreciation - you have earned it. How did it feel, controlling one of our base models? You made good use of your custom loadout.”

[hr]

“It's a room made of gel.” Light said simply. 

“You’ll be perfectly safe in there. Safer, even, than out here.” Symphony chuckled musically.

“Please, show us the way!” Light concluded with vigour. He placed his drained glass on a passing tray, grabbed a manipular full of vol-au-vents and meandered through the crowd after the salesperson.