[ In the royals' lounge, it's no less festive. It's just that the festivities are catering to a more expensive palate — it's fineries as far as the eyes can see. Quieter bar tops, gleaming under pleasantly low light, couples pulling off heels and ties and jewelry to hit the spa, each interaction leaning on too personal. ]

Living up to its name well, isn't it? An oasis. [ Indicating that he's going to approach the bar, Kizuna smiles. ] Don't worry, there's no need for a script to follow. Just be with me.

[ At the bar, he waits while the bartender is with other guests, turning an auric gaze on Baizhu. ]

What's your poison, hm?