"Don't think he went further than floor one," said the Seer, using his divine capabilities.
"How would you know?" asked the king, curious, as he walked up the stairs with the Seer, who acted confident to hide his nervousness.
"My divine sight," the Seer bullshitted. It was a fair deduction on his part, but people are more easily swayed to believe in the divine anyway.
"Ah, you do have a very unique qi," replied the king.
"??" The Seer, confused, gave no response.
They reached the top of the staircase and stepped into a dimly lit hallway, lined with luxurious rooms. Each door had an ornate plaque with demonic symbols, indicating private quarters for the high-paying clientele. The air was thick with incense, and the sound of muffled music and laughter came from behind closed doors.
