There’s always something wrong about the human body, it’s just one of the laws of nature. A person can have great skin, no blemishes at all, but will be balding. Or maybe they have a full head of hair and a great complexion but they’re overweight. Flabby. Perhaps there are bags under the eyes, that might be the one thing that mars their appearance. A beautiful face but very dry skin, red splotches on their neck or arms. Psoriasis or chronic dandruff. Maybe they get warts a lot. Bad feet or varicose veins. There could be some kind of odor that they can’t do anything about. Maybe it’s something like halitosis. Poor eyesight. Could be crooked teeth or a receding gum line. Possibly hearing loss. Some kind of condition that isn’t visible to the naked eye but detracts from their quality of life. But there’s always something wrong. If it’s not one thing it’s another.

If a person has money, if they’re wealthy, they can take care of these things. They can correct nature’s flaws, be rid of them. Hair transplants, laser eye surgery, corrective orthodontics. That receding hairline can be done away with. The gap between the two front teeth can be fixed. Any number of issues can be addressed with money. Ailments and illnesses can be cured. In extreme cases things like AIDS or cancer can be conquered. There’s a price, of course. There always is, for everything. If you can afford to pay, you can have perfect eyesight. You can have larger breasts. Better skin. More hair. Anything you can dream of. Overweight? No problem, you don’t need to exercise, you can just have the fat sucked away. Get rid of the double chin if you want. Go ahead, if you have the money you can recreate your entire face. Plastic surgery is a billion dollar industry. People who hate the way they look can remake themselves however they want, as long as they can pay.

Millionaires can shape their bodies however they want. The well off can shave years off of their appearance for a fee. It can all be bought. Look younger, feel better about yourself. Look in the mirror one day and see a version of yourself that you approve of, not what nature gave you. It can be done. You just need to have the resources. And the clientele of the Golden Star were just such people. Everyone looked fit and robust. Nobody looked their real age. They all believed that they could live forever, or at the very least ward off the grim reaper for another couple of decades. They had the money to make these self improvements, to correct nature’s errors. Lots of people in the world scraped together enough money to buy a week’s worth of groceries, these people dropped a few thousand to have wrinkles erased around their eyes like it was no big deal, because it wasn’t. They could pay the price without thinking twice about it. These were the people who stayed at the Golden Star. Anything that life handed them they could just pay to be rid of, it was that simple. They didn’t worry about paying their electricity bill or any such minor inconvenience. No. They cared about beating back Father Time, that’s what concerned them. And it wasn’t a big deal at all, it was just their day to day lives. That’s all it was to them, and they couldn’t imagine it any other way.