There's just something novel and comforting about it: Sitting in front of your computer with a crisp, cold beer to enjoy with your new video game with. The lights dimmed low so you can get that full blast of blue light pleasingly burning your retinas out. The air is hot, perhaps only a fan to keep you cool. Not a soul in sight to interrupt this private moment.
A scenario that couldn't be more drastically different than the one Peepee found herself in now. A ballroom so spacious with an...
