Living Luxuriously, Friday, First Period
Friday, July 24th, 2026 09:54 amThe Danger Shop had been programmed to present itself as a luxuriously appointed salon--no, not a hair salon. The other sort of salon. There were heavy curtains and the sort of furniture options one might drape themselves upon (fancy a chaise longue, anyone?) and trays with little nibbles topped with caviar and chocolate truffles were being circulated by the virtual waitstaff, along with champagne.
"Well, I'd hardly call first period luxurious," Yennefer, dressed in a sort of heavily beaded caftan, sighed from where she was, you guessed it, draped on a chaise longue, "but that's the moose for you." She popped a truffle in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "I am Yennefer of Vengerberg, this is 'Living Luxuriously,' and I'd like to know what you consider luxuriant." For class ideas. Because Melitele knew she wasn't doing the work herself. "Where I'm from? Apple juice. We don't have refrigeration or the modern pressing technology you probably don't even think of, so it's next to impossible to get out of season. Now you," she said, gesturing vaguely in the general direction of a student.
"Well, I'd hardly call first period luxurious," Yennefer, dressed in a sort of heavily beaded caftan, sighed from where she was, you guessed it, draped on a chaise longue, "but that's the moose for you." She popped a truffle in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "I am Yennefer of Vengerberg, this is 'Living Luxuriously,' and I'd like to know what you consider luxuriant." For class ideas. Because Melitele knew she wasn't doing the work herself. "Where I'm from? Apple juice. We don't have refrigeration or the modern pressing technology you probably don't even think of, so it's next to impossible to get out of season. Now you," she said, gesturing vaguely in the general direction of a student.