I'm somewhere in the Alps, maybe off the port of Norway, but definitely somewhere luxurious, colorful, and rich. Myself and a few others, most of whom I'v at one point worked with or for are hosting a party at a hotel of which we've been entrusted to look after. We have clients of all kinds arriving for the weekend, but there also happens to be a rock festival in the area, and we're holding their acts.
Now, the party guests have arrive. Problem was we were unprepared, or so we thought, but as we walk up the red carpet stairs, we see everyone in a cheerful mood, being served cake, drinks, and never none the wiser that there are reckless, long-haired hooligans roaming around the same quarters as they. Appapretnly, we had all worked things out earlier.
The chandaliers were crystal, and the hallways were filled with gorgeous artwork, aged but well kept marble walls, and the echoes of money. Lots and lots of money.
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