"Please, this way," a butler opened a wooden door in a narrow hall where chandeliers were hanging to illuminate the section.
The room was glistening with solace and luxury. They were sparking red and gold as the carpets matched the drapes. The spacious room was filled with glamor to the brim—a sofa made out of genuine leather and even a fireplace inside it. The large windows revealed the entirety of the Myriad Devils from high above and beyond. Indeed heaven had descended down. Every mortal that entered this room for the first time had always been with their jaws slacking open.
The butler smirked inwardly however, he had not seen any of the reaction that he had anticipated. His brows raised as Lyon's group passed him and entered the room.
"Do we get dinner with this? Of course, we do, right?" Lyon uttered as he sat down on the sofa with an L-Sectional shape.
