Eight nodded, glad that the mug has been taken at last. In many ways, Mr. Freeza reminded Eight very much of her king. From disposition to his overall demeanor around others, there is an aloof sense of elitism. She even forgoes taking him by his hand, instead chirping a friendly. "This way, Mr. Freeza." Before taking him to a pillow pile.

"This," she explains, "is to experience of excessive material comfort. Where one pillow is a way for one to rest their head, but having a mass of pillows, one can allow themselves to sink into an indulgent relief. And by making the pile large, two can share the experience and converse."

She gestures to the pillows, a smile on her face. "As you are my guest, Mr. Freeza, I would like to invite you to have the privilege of having the first pick to whichever spot that most appeals to you."