The Lily Fighting Club was not the gritty, underground arena Kenjiro had imagined. It was a magnificent, opulent building that looked more like an opera house than a fighting pit. A massive, crystal chandelier hung from a domed ceiling painted with frescoes of legendary Lilies from ages past. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and even more expensive egos. Bombom and Gluteus walked in, the massive crowd of their fans and livestream viewers pressing in behind them, their collective excitement a palpable, buzzing energy.
They approached the registration desk, which was manned not by a person, but by a sleek, chrome-plated robot with a cheerful, perpetually smiling face displayed on its monitor.
"Welcome to the Lily Fighting Club," the robot chirped, its voice a pleasant, synthesized soprano. "Please enter your registered adventurer name and allow the scanner to analyze your status for placement."
