This room is...not bad at all. Moist air without a speck of dust. Still far behind us Ægir, but it is indeed a work worthy of praise. Hm? My, my, this button must be...

Curtains fall as dim lights surround you, imitating the world at the seabed. Before you is a cold yet well-mannered lady, clothing in midnight blues. With a small contented grin, she asks you for a ball dance.

The scent of the tides. It seems Rhodes Island has exceeded my expectation yet again. Come, let us dance, Doktah.