When the light fades and you are able to get a better understanding of your situation, you realize that the ground you're seated on is no longer made of hot, burning sand. In fact, it seems incredibly comfortable, almost like a satin pillow. When your vision returns completely, you see that you are on a sea of pillows on a gigantic bed. The posts are adorned with pink curtains and streamers, matching the material that lines the walls, and there are tables in every corner of the room with burning incense flooding your nose with sweet smells. The room is quite peaceful and you're more than happy to be out of that desert, but you'd still like to know where you are. "Genie?" you call out, but to no answer. You walk around the room taking in the scale of the bed and couches. It's an incredibly comfortable place, but still you wish to know exactly what your location is. "Inara?" That seems to work as you hear a pleasant voice ring out "OH, I'M RIGHT HERE, MASTER!" Her voice is far away from you, you can tell. But there's something else about it that seems a bit odd...
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