Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

The best rooms in the entire hotel always seem to be placed at the top of the building, so that the physical "supreme" can match the symbolic "prestige".

(Of course, compared to the skyscrapers that pierce the clouds in the real world, the buildings in Fontainebleau mostly follow a certain classical and harmonious proportion; the Molière Waterfront Hotel is only a few stories taller than ordinary residential buildings.)

To fully showcase the value of the penthouse suite and to match the "confirmed" and extraordinary "distinguished status" of its guests (essentially transforming the wealth gap into a worshipped class symbol), the decor here can be described as going to great lengths, even to the point of "overdoing it."

The moment you step into the suite, your vision and senses are overwhelmed by countless details.

The ceiling is a mural, and every piece of furniture... is more like a private collection than furniture.

In the corner of the room, there was even a beautifully bound booklet, which detailed the age, artist, and art movement of every painting, sculpture, and even wall lamp in the suite, complete with a description of their current market value.

It's no exaggeration to say that, aside from changing the expensive bedding, comforters, and specially filled mattresses every night for the ultimate comfort experience, almost every visible and tangible item in the room bears the label of "antique." They are no longer everyday items, but silent declarations of taste, wealth, and status.

This is a glimpse of a luxurious lifestyle that ordinary people may never truly experience in their entire lives; it is a tangible manifestation of a sense of superiority built upon a vast accumulation of resources, placing one above the vast majority of people.

This place is like a meticulously crafted bubble, containing the ultimate dream of countless people who pursue profit and status.

Oops……

After spending a night in such an environment, a clear alarm suddenly rose in the traveler's mind.

I think... I'm starting to feel that going back to stay in those ordinary or even shabby hotels would be a nightmare.

A subtle and uneasy anxiety quietly arises, not from what one currently possesses, but from a latent fear of "loss," an instinctive tension of "always having money and not slipping away."

Is this the legendary saying, "It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality"?

This suite, along with the lifestyle it represents, is subtly eroding her accustomed mindset like a frog being slowly boiled in water, bringing a shock that overturns her worldview.

The alarm clock is not meant to wake guests directly, but rather to remind their personal butler.

The butler would quietly enter the living room at a predetermined time, turn on the priceless antique phonograph, and let a vinyl record slowly spin, playing a classic aria from the Opikley Opera, gently waking the distinguished guest from their sleep with art rather than noise.

Upon opening their eyes, travelers are greeted by a custom-made fragrance spray, a blend of morning dew and citrus notes, and two well-trained maids.

They offer a full range of services, from selecting clothes to assisting with dressing, with gentle and precise movements to ensure that every wrinkle is just right.

shoe?

Distinguished guests need not bend over themselves. A maid will kneel down on one knee to put on your spotless shoes and ensure the laces are just right.

Door?

There are always waiters by your side, silently opening the door for you the moment you approach, avoiding any "inconvenience" of having to do it yourself.

In the bathroom's huge bathtub, hot water at a comfortable temperature is always prepared in advance, with freshly picked, lightly fragrant flower petals floating on the surface, and seasonal fruits and juices chilled in a silver ice bucket next to the bathtub.

Walking along the thickly carpeted corridors inside the hotel, every staff member you encounter, from the cleaners to the hotel manager, will stop what they are doing, bow to you, and look at you with respect.

When other equally distinguished guests catch a glimpse of you emerging from the private elevator that symbolizes the top floor, men will tip their hats in greeting, while women will gracefully lift one side of their skirts and nod and smile.

This was almost like the treatment of a queen on a royal tour.

In the restaurant, your personal butler and maid will stand behind you like shadows, at a distance that will never block the light or your view.

From the selection of pre-dinner drinks to the introduction and serving of each dish, and then to suggestions for dessert pairings, the service is provided without you having to ask for anything; it's all there for you.

When you indicate that you are about to leave, an exquisitely decorated carriage, drawn by two solid-colored horses and adorned with the inn's emblem, is already waiting at the door.

The coachman was impeccably dressed in his uniform, and the carriage interior was furnished with velvet cushions. A small table held the day's newspaper and drinks. The inn even offered to provide a guide, bag carrier, and even "guards" to accompany you throughout your trip, ensuring a flawless experience in Fontainebleau.

However, the traveler ultimately declined this overly comprehensive "bodyguard" lineup.

Being surrounded by a large entourage can isolate a person from real, everyday life. Even a queen needs to connect with the people and not become detached from them.

However, even though she traveled light and left the hotel alone, the invisible "mark" remained. Passersby, whether locals or other tourists, would involuntarily be drawn to her, casting glances that were a mixture of undisguised envy and jealousy, as well as an instinctive sense of distance from "that class."

The Molière Waterfront Hotel itself is like a giant badge, proclaiming the wealth and status of its guests.

Walking the streets of Fontainebleau is like stepping into a moving scroll depicting the glorious period of Europe.

The air was filled with the mixed aromas of coffee, perfume, and freshly baked bread.

The building facade is decorated with exquisite reliefs and wrought iron balconies, while the shop windows display fashionable dresses, delicate handicrafts, and gleaming leather goods.

People always spoke in hushed tones, with the gentle accent characteristic of Fontainebleau. They were dressed smartly and appropriately, walked at a leisurely pace, and their faces radiated a confidence born of affluence.

Should I... also try to fit in?

Walking through the bustling commercial district, looking at the shops adorned with colorful awnings and the well-dressed pedestrians, the traveler couldn't help but think: Now that I temporarily possess this "identity," experiencing the elegant lifestyle of Fontaine doesn't seem so bad.

Should I bring back a few bottles of Fontainebleau's most renowned perfumes for Walnut and the others? Or perhaps I could get myself a dress or two that fits the local aesthetic and has a courtly style?

Just as she was hesitating in front of a shop whose window was filled with crystal-clear perfume bottles, considering whether to go on a "big shopping spree" befitting her "new identity," the conversation between two passersby drifted into her ears.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing loitering around here? Isn't there a competition at the Opiclie Opera House today? If you're late, you won't get a good seat!" a voice said, sounding a little hurried.

“Ah! You’re right! It’s Lady Funina… oh, now we should call her Ms. Funina… It’s her competition to recruit bodyguards, isn’t it?” another voice exclaimed in realization.

Funina...is publicly recruiting bodyguards?

The traveler stopped abruptly, his gaze shifting from the dazzling array of perfume bottles.

Shopping can be done anytime.

But you absolutely can't miss "Furina's Bodyguard Selection Contest"!

The traveler's previous shopping plans were instantly forgotten. He immediately turned and quickened his pace, heading towards the Opizlie Opera House he remembered.

Regardless, she absolutely had to go see this match.