Suddenly, the room smelled of old parchment and ozone. The floor beneath his swivel chair vanished, replaced by the polished marble of a grand hall. Arthur stumbled, looking down to see he was no longer wearing a coffee-stained hoodie, but a set of intricate, lightweight mithril robes. "The Master has arrived!" a voice echoed.
He looked up to see a dozen women standing in a semi-circle. There was an elf with a bow twice her height, a knight in heavy plate armor who looked like she could bench-press a horse, and a mage whose hat was dripping with actual starlight. File: Master.of.the.Harem.Guild.zip ...
"By the end of the week," Arthur promised, pointing to the dark clouds on the horizon, "we’re going to have the most efficient guild in the realm. And for heaven's sake, someone find me a chair with lumbar support." Suddenly, the room smelled of old parchment and ozone
The glowing notification on the desktop read: "The Master has arrived
"Uh, hi," Arthur said, clutching the invisible 'UI' that now floated in his peripheral vision. "I'm looking for the guild master?"