The complex scent of fragrance, alcohol, and tobacco seeped into the nostrils.
Molly shook her ears.
The girl groggily opened her eyes, rubbed them, and sat up from the luxurious golden carpet.
As Molly gradually opened her eyes wider, her tail fluffed up in shock. A majestic and resplendent hall appeared before her, and she found herself lying on a performance stage, surrounded by all sorts of classical and elegant instruments on the carpet.
Where is this?!
Molly tried to recall but found her memory chaotic. She vaguely remembered sitting in a magic-guided vehicle in Secret Silver Port, clutching a crumpled proof of departure.
She seemed to have successfully boarded Mr. Dean's Ideal, and then...
She couldn't remember.
Barefoot, she hurriedly walked off the performance stage covered with golden carpet and began to observe her surroundings in confusion.
