Madam Eleanor glided back down the corridor toward the grand ballroom, the smooth rustle of her crimson gown trailing softly behind her.
Inside, the evening’s heavy momentum was settling into a quiet rhythm. A good portion of the high-rolling patrons had already retreated to the upper floor’s private quarters with their chosen companions, while the remaining guests lounged across the deep velvet couches, nursing their final drinks.
Eleanor moved gracefully toward the crystal carafes, pouring herself a single glass of deep red wine. As she lifted it to her lips,
A security guard approached her, leaning in close. "Madam, it's done," he murmured.
"Good," she smiled, taking a slow, satisfied sip of her wine.
As the hours drifted by, the morning sun began to rise, casting long shadows between the tree line outside the massive windows. The remaining guests started to head out, and Madam Eleanor graciously said her goodbyes, thanking everyone for their attendance.
Once the last of the crowd cleared, her assistant walked over, tapping the screen of her device. "Madam, that man you asked about—he will be here tonight. He booked the deluxe suite, and he wants five women," the assistant said, checking her tablet for the exact details.
Madam Eleanor's smile widened. "Good. Confirm it."
With the night's business officially concluded, Madam walked back inside, heading toward her personal quarters for some well-deserved rest. She unlocked and opened the polished white door, stepping into a sanctuary that immediately smelled of rich vanilla and warm cashmere. The thick, white plush carpet beneath her feet felt like absolute heaven. She looked ahead at her massive king-size bed, piled high with plush pillows, waiting for her to finally rest before the storm arrived tonight.