"You'll get used to it. You might even love it here, give or take a few years. Trust me, you're going to be here for a very long time." Cheenank said with a chuckle, before tugging Oceana along. As they walked up to the steps, the guards parted, leaving enough space for them to walk through comfortably, and once they made it up the forty or so steps, they came face to face with two massive doors, clad in gold and adamantium. Two giant constructs of metal stood by them, and opened them when Cheenank approached with Oceana in tow.
As soon as they stepped inside, Oceana's nose would be assaulted with a comfortable warmth, and the pleasant smell of perfumed air. The entrance hall seemed to go on for infinity, lined with countless works of priceless art from this dimension and the next. Servants (all extremely beautiful young women of a staggering variety of races) all milled about, cleaning, carrying dishes, or just waiting for Cheenank to need something. The halls were also lined with even more guards, and there were a countless number of side doors and hallways that extended from this hallway.
A few more steps in, and the entire place suddenly went silent, all of the servants locking their eyes onto Cheenank and the newest addition. Their eyes held not fear, but a certain degree of eagerness.
"Isn't it magnificent? An infinite palace, containing infinite wealth. Beyond this hall are courtyards, swimming basins, gardens, treasure vaults, dining halls, everything else one would need to live a life a hundred times more gloriously opulent than the richest emperor on your world. And none of it's wasted, either. I take very good care of my servants. Every need they could ever had is fulfilled here. They all live like queens." He explained, smiling and giving a curt wave to the countless servants, who then returned to work, the idle buzz of work resuming.
"Certainly better than being a slave, isn't it?"