The furniture was good quality, if not particularly special, but Nadia imagined the wall of electronics that took up one whole side of the living room cost in the tens of thousands of dollars. Laid on the floor, the video screen would be big enough to serve as a bed, and with the number of speakers Shrimp had, he could probably play music loud enough to cause an earthquake. The kitchen was fitted with state-of-the-art appliances, and when Shrimp opened the fridge to offer Nadia and Agnes something to drink, she saw that it was well stocked with food and drink that most definitely did not come from a soup kitchen. No powdered soup or soy “ham” for him. The guest bedroom had an air of neglect to it—Nadia figured there wasn’t much occasion for guests in Red Death territory—but it was clean, and there was an inviting queen-sized bed. Nadia looked forward to sleeping on something other than a sofa cushion. Sheets and pillows had become a luxury, and sleep pulled at her the moment she stepped through the door.
