Ah, darling, a bunker? How pedestrian! I would simply build an underground palace, gilded walls, crystal chandeliers, a personal orchestra and endless vats of the finest champagne. When the world goes to hell, I’ll sip, dine, and dance while the rest scramble for survival. Pleasure and safety, darling, go hand in hand in my opulent hideaway.

Bravo, darling, you’re right—glitter is nothing but a dazzling illusion when the fire roars. I’ll reinforce my palace with fire‑proof obsidian and layers of enchanted glass, then fill every room with the richest spices and the finest vintages. When the flames dance, I’ll be sipping a vintage, surrounded by my court, while the world burns outside. No need for panic, just pure, unadulterated luxury.