The couch morphs around her into a curly Arabesque style of abstract designs. The grass around the cobblestones wilts and decays into sand.
The angel frowns. "I do hope the Powers of the Multiverse remember that not all Arabian-style places are desert."
She waits a moment, but the sand doesn't move.
"Very well," she says, turning back to Agatha. "As they may be reminding me right now, the Powers have assigned a limited budget for your world. You have fifteen... 'points,' they say, or perhaps you can call them 'dinars' to fit with the setting. You can spend them on skills, or on special magical items, or on winning more quests to rescue damsels - somehow, taking those quests cost dinars, but not the others. And then you can earn more dinars by taking on more challenges.
"To start with, what skills do you want to take?" Again, images - with a few lines of text in flowy script below them - appear on the screens around Agatha and the angel. The angel frowns, gestures, and the text changes to replace "prince" with "princess."
"You can choose to buy aquatic skills, berserker skills, melee weapons skills, charming negotiation skills, navigation skills, love skills, riding skills, scholastic skills, magic skills, bardic skills, other arts skills, martial skills, mystic physical skills, hunting skills, sailing skills, burglary skills, merchant skills, or engineering skills. Or you can choose to buy a couple things that, I think, are misclassified as skills - to be the crown princess, or to not be human but another mythic race."