Alfred took something from his pocket and flashed it briefly. The staff member's demeanor instantly changed. "Esteemed guests, please come this way."
No further questions were asked as they were ushered inside.
Only then did Ray truly understand what luxury meant.
Beyond the doors stretched a grand hall crafted from pale wood, golden patterns swirling across the walls like elegant flowers. A scarlet carpet embroidered with gold threads ran the length of the floor. Crystal lamps lined the walls, their light refracting in dazzling patterns.
An invisible pressure weighed on Ray as he walked forward. He glanced at Alfred, only to find him as calm and indifferent as ever.
They were brought into a private, lavish room where drinks were promptly served. Moments later, a middle-aged woman entered.
"Honored guests, welcome," she said with a slight bow. "I am Isolde, an auctioneer of the Xynnar Auction House. Is there anything I may assist you with?"
