"...that's not what I said, but as it happens we aren't trying to prevent aliens from owning Tapai land and have no grounds to enforce an out of caste income cap on you."

"I was just thinking that the landowners would be the most reluctant to emigrate. Well, we don't have applicable laws that'd affect a non-member, it's all PR considerations and if you think that's what's best for Tapa we can definitely arrange for them to have somewhere to go."

"I think it's clearly positive sum for the reds to be moved somewhere that will better appreciate them."

Nod. "I'll tell places to start advertising."

Soon there are descriptions online of member states that take immigrants and their laws and living conditions and job openings there. 

Peka gets a big physical book of same, with glossy pictures and the page for Ambaróna circled.

And she has FINALLY been discharged from the military.

"Uh," she says in case anyone's listening, "this tent was military issue, originally, when I give it back they're gonna be real confused."

The next time she goes back to the tent it is a properly behaving tent.

She gives it back and the red division of the Tapai military is none the wiser.

The bubble bath is in her bedroom, along with a map of the Ambaróna subway system with a building marked, and a set of house keys. Actual old-fashioned physical house keys.

Wow.

(Her parents and siblings are so confused. She lets Apef take bubble baths.)

She investigates the house keys to see if they teleport her someplace.

First one takes her to a pretty nondescript valley somewhere; second to a different one. 

Third takes her to a bigger, prettier apartment in the penthouse of a two-hundred story skyscraper in downtown Ambaróna; it looks out on the palace and has five bedrooms and two hot tubs.

Ooooh.

Anybody home?

Nope!! 

Does this place have neighbors?

There are other apartments on this floor, doors closed, and an Elf vacuuming the landing next to the elevator.

"Hi!"

" - good afternoon, ma'am!"

"Do you happen to know whose apartment that is?" Point.

"I can ask at the front desk -" frown - "The title is in the name Peka Atan."

...she giggles. "Thanks!"

"You're very welcome, ma'am!"

She finds the elevator and goes down and walks around.

It's about as dense as a Tapai city but designed by people who would find every building in Tapa intolerably ugly. The population is mostly Elves, but not entirely; there are winged people of various kinds flying around, some people who look like Amentans but with alien hair colors, periodic even-weirder-than-that people. 

...for some reason she can read all the signs just fine.

Wow.

She twirls down the street in one of the princess dresses, laughing.

He arranges for Vanda Nossëo to give Tapa servants one neighborhood at a time. Any other countries want that?

Yes!