It's nice acting like a big brother sometimes
The new room was definitely so much better that it felt like discrimination.
Zarfa had paid a considerable amount for the private booth we were led into previously, but while that one also looked comfortable enough, the chair didn't have the soft velvet cushion, and the table wasn't filled with premium refreshments. It certainly wasn't decorated with nice potted plants and flower arrangements.
And you know what? We didn't even have to pay more. It was just an automatic upgrade from...whatever number that staff was seeing in the medallion.
Oh, no--it did not show how much money was stored in the account, for obvious reasons. But it showed some kind of level, a threshold of how much the owner of that medallion--me--could spend. Something like oh, this person could spend a billion without incurring debt or something like that.