Tom PorterThe conversation continued briefly, before a third man entered, making the group even between men and women. Immediately afterwards, their lounge time was cut short by Michael Aust. He looked strangely familiar...
Then it hit him. Aust was the guy on the plane with him. He's wearing the
exact same suit, even! Tom attempted to make eye contact with him, but Aust evidently wasn't inclined to return his gaze. Soon they were led into a remarkably luxurious limousine, which took them to the manor. There wasn't much conversation, as everyone was intently focused on looking out the windows. Or trying to, that is, because they were tinted well beyond what would be legal in the States.
Before long, the limo came to a stop in front of the manor. Tom could think of no appropriate adjective to describe it other than
amazing. And he was going to be living
here for a while? That certainly didn't trouble him. Approximately 70 million and 6 introductions, and rounds of
faire la bise later – including Félix's
reintroduction – Tom was given his room key, and left to his devices. Approaching the door, he was almost nervous. Everything in this house was so
amazing, but what about my room? Is it boring? Please don't let it be boring! Holding his breath, he turned the lock and swung the door open.
Oh.My.
God.
The room was simply fantastic! Oddly, it was
exactly how he would've wanted it, had he designed it himself. These Wolfs must be wizards or something! Okay, maybe not. Wizards don't exist.
Unfortunately.Tom walked in, slowly spinning around, to take everything in. Everything was so–
Ow.Tom swore as he backed into, and tripped on, the table. At least it was sturdy.
Getting back up, he entered the bedroom, and after a moment of internal debate, leaped onto the bed. Tom was pleased to discover that it was high-quality memoryfoam. Sitting back up, he noticed the letter sitting next to his head.
“Welcome Thomas!
We really hope you have a great stay. Don’t forget the ball is at 9:00PM and drinks at 8:00PM in the entrance hall – we would hate for you to be late! If you need anything, just give the rope a tug, and Félix will come to help.
Sol :)
PS: I hope you’ve brought something nice to wear for tonight. Just in case, we’ve left you something in your wardrobe."
Tom had brought plenty of formal wear, as instructed, so he didn't bother to even check the wardrobe. At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Tom shouted.
The door clicked open, and Tom heard the distinct sound of dress shoes
click clacking across the wooden floor. Félix appeared at the door.
"I have brought your luggage, sir. Where would you like it?" the butler-bartender-chauffeur-
everything asked.
"At the foot of the bed is fine, thank you," Tom replied.
Félix did so, and after standing back up asked, "Very well Mr. Porter. Can I do anything else for you?"
Tom thought about it for a moment, before nodding. "Yes, do you have any Advil? If you have any I'd greatly appreciate it."
Félix nodded, with a small, knowing smile. "Of course, there is a variety of over-the-counter medicines in the bathroom."
Of course. Tom probably should have thought about that. That's kind of what a medicine cabinet is for, isn't it? "Ah, of course. Thank you, Félix."
Félix nodded, and left the room. Tom went to the bathroom – as impressive as the rest of the room – and took an Advil from the cabinet.
Now, I suppose I should probably get ready... 
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