Screen had described the sim as a haven for discerning frogs, and it wasn’t hard to see why. Magnolia adjusted herself so that her head was propped on folded arms, giving her a view out into the strategically-lit caverns. Water dripped in a manner specifically programmed to relax whoever was listening. The large pool in the centre had a waterfall that ran gently, and despite appearances, none of the surfaces were ever slippery under your feet. And in direct opposition to half of her DNA coming from a bird, there was something calming about being in an enclosed space. The masseuse sim worked on her shoulders, making the occasional scripted…