Starstruck

Another wideshot of Cain's room. Cain stands smugly by the door as their bedroom is bathed in bisexual lighting. Aesthetically, the lighting almost makes up for the ridiculous decor still scattered everywhere, the shotgun blast of dubious Japanese media on the walls and garbage on the floor still leaving their mark.

Your room's TASTEFUL LIGHTING comes on and starts its preprogrammed, LED dance.

This does absolutely nothing to progress your life, but you feel accomplished and AESTHETICALLY SATISFIED regardless. Eventually you will win the argument with YOUR AUNT and get this installed in the rest of the house.

Regardless, you should probably get down to business. What will you do now?