After excusing himself from the walking tabloid headline that was the lip-locked celebrity couple, Rex wandered deeper into the mansion. He figured he'd already stumbled upon the wildest thing the night had to offer.
How wrong he was.
The mansion, true to its decadent design, wasn't just one grand hall or a few glittery rooms thrown together. No, this place was a never-ending luxury labyrinth—a theme park for the ultra-rich, curated by someone who clearly thought "privacy" was an outdated concept. Velvet ropes? Guards? Please. This mansion was an open buffet of excess, and everyone was invited to stare.
Just as he was strolling lazily, he suddenly heard the sound of splashes. Drawn by the sound of splashing water and laughter, Rex found himself following a wide archway draped in sheer curtains that fluttered lazily in the breeze.
Waterfall sounds?
