'Are you kidding me?'
Max halted in his steps as he entered the Provost's office. His usually composed look fractured at the sight before him.
First, the Provost's office had been fully transformed from what he previously knew to a wonder palace. Pink, red curtains weaved across the room, supposedly an office. Dark with no LED lighting, several candles flickered on, aligned to form a path, then gradually extended to create a big flower pattern.
At the centre of the firelights, a big wide bed could be seen. Petals scattered over it alongside small pillows. It was like a king's chamber used in servicing his wives and concubines.
Without a word, Sloane bowed and retreated silently.
