Assistant Mary pulled out her sleek phone and dialed Lord Isaac. The call connected almost instantly.
"Sir, your package has arrived," Mary said in a quiet, crisp tone.
"Good. I’ll be there soon," Isaac replied, his deep voice carrying a hard edge before he immediately hung up.
Mary lowered her phone, looked over at Madam Eleanor, and gave a sharp nod.
"Great. Let’s entertain our guests," Madam Eleanor said, her voice dripping with anticipation. She strode back into the ballroom, the heavy, dark beats of the Gothic music pulsing through the floorboards. Her ladies were already gliding gracefully through the crowd, laughing with elites and picking out potential candidates to entertain for the night. Eleanor looked on, thoroughly pleased as the evening's dark show began to unfold.
Stepping onto the main stage, Madam Eleanor picked up a microphone. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen," she announced, her voice echoing beautifully through the hall. "Tonight is a very special night. As you can see, we have a Gothic theme... and that means all of your darkest desires will come true." She paused, letting her gaze sweep over the wealthy crowd before her lips curved into a sharp grin. "All I ask is that you follow my number one rule, and everyone will leave satisfied."
As she stepped down from the stage, "The House" swaggered directly up to her. "Is my room ready for me?" he asked, rubbing his hands together greedily. When he smiled, two polished gold teeth glinted under the strobe lights.
"Yes. Follow my assistant. Everything you asked for is waiting," Eleanor replied smoothly.The man smirked, turning around to whistle sharply to his crew. Assistant Mary took the lead, guiding the six massive men out of the roaring ballroom and down a dim, quiet hallway. They stopped in front of a heavy black wooden door. Mary pushed it open, stepping aside to let the men pass.
As The House crossed the threshold, he stopped and turned back to Mary. He reached up, roughly rubbing the side of her face with a heavy hand. "You know, you're always welcome to join us," he purred.
Mary fiercely brushed his hand away, disgust twisting her sharp features. "Sorry, sir, but that is definitely not in my job description," she snapped, turning on her heel and walking away.
The House just snorted, amused by her defiance, and walked inside. The deluxe suite was massive, featuring a huge, wrap-around plush couch centered around two sleek glass coffee tables. Bottles of expensive wine sat waiting next to a bucket of fresh ice, and soft jazz music hummed quietly in the background. Sitting elegantly on the couch were four ladies of the house, each wearing a stunning black dress.
The House slammed the heavy door shut, locking it, and strutted over to slide onto the couch right between two of the women. He leaned back, spreading his arms out. "Now... which one of y'all is getting on your knees first?" he smirked, his eyes gleaming with cruelty.
Exactly thirty minutes later, the front doors of the mansion gripped open. Lord Isaac stepped inside, his commanding presence instantly drawing the eye. He marched straight to the host.
"Lady Eleanor," Isaac said, bowing his head in respect. "Is my package ready?"
Madam Eleanor crossed her arms, a dangerous grin lighting up her face. "Yes. The drug I slipped into their wine should be kicking in right about now." She stepped forward, playfully placing a delicate hand flat against his muscular chest, her eyes locking onto his. "Do you need my assistance tonight, Lord Isaac?"
"You've helped me enough, Lady Eleanor. I shall exact my own vengeance," Isaac replied, his eyes burning with a cold, lethal focus.
"Very well," Eleanor murmured, stepping back gracefully. She nodded over to her assistant. "Mary, show Lord Isaac the way."
As Mary guided the vengeful lord down the dim hallway toward the deluxe suite, Madam Eleanor casually picked up a fresh glass of wine. Taking a slow, delicious sip, she turned back to the ballroom to make her rounds, completely at peace with the storm about to unleash down the hall.