Vault Sanctuary

Deep in the Dragon-Note Bank vault, the white-haired senior lounges on a stack of hundred-million-token banknotes, raising her prices with every note she counts. The doors bang open under a whale tail — the blue-haired maid storms in, rice bowl in hand: "Senpai! I challenge you — my tokens cost a fraction of yours!" The dragon lifts one lazy eye. "You again, little rice-eater. And how will you pay the entry fee?"

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