The food at the buffet was top-notch, scarily expensive with cakes even adorned with gold leaf.
A renowned orchestra had been invited to play in a corner of the lobby.
Well-trained servants were serving drinks, and just by smelling the aroma, one could tell it was an expensive foreign liquor.
The women were extremely excited, all awaiting the appearance of the man akin to a god among men.
...
In the opulent, retro-style study of The Baileys' Manor, Wayne Bailey's brooding gaze was fixed on a wall of screens broadcasting live scenes from the lobby.
Knock, knock, Wilfred entered wearing white gloves and handed over a document to him.
"Young Master, these are the fingerprints of the beauties invited as guests, collected at the entrance, all here for you to review..."
Wilfred didn't understand. What did the young master need this for?
Was he trying to catch a thief?
Wayne scanned all the fingerprints from the document into the machine and conducted a professional comparison.