I am becoming dreadfully sick of their low-class honorifics. To think that even while draped in such expensive-looking finery, the words they spit out are of such poor quality. It is nothing short of unbelievably horrific and disgusting.

It would be better for me to never encounter such things again. Yet, it seems God has no intention of leaving me in peace, seeing as He has once again crammed me into this palace of beasts.

Often—no, always—there was a pungent, cheap perfume smell wafting from them that stung my nose. After spending just an hour with them—though it was less about spending time and more about merely humoring their worthless chatter—I could vividly feel my sense of smell going numb in that very short span of time.

They likely surround themselves with ill-fitting, expensive items just to hide this vulgarity. It is utterly loathsome. Shouldn't the effort to erase one's own ugliness come before trying to hide it?

And yet, despite all that, I must treat you all with courtesy. If only for my own sake.

"Ah, it has been quite a while, Guest. I have been unable to see you often lately due to a number of tedious matters."