Central province, Danvil City, inside a club's VIP room...
The room was wrapped in soft shadows and warm, muted light. Dark leather panels and polished wood lined the walls, absorbing the distant thrum of music from outside. A low crystal chandelier hung above a marble table, scattering reflections across glass and metal surfaces.
On the table, bottles were arranged. Clear spirits rested in an ice bucket, their surfaces slick with condensation, an aged whiskey glowed amber inside heavy tumblers, and wine bottles lay uncorked beside tall champagne flutes. Thin trails of melting ice pooled slowly across the marble.
A group of young people occupied the room, spread across plush seating. Some leaned back with drinks in hand, laughing and talking over the music, while others stood closer to the table, pouring refills or clinking glasses in casual toasts.
