We silently moved to the back of the White House, avoiding the main entrances.
The Lord, seemingly aware of every detail, guided us to a discreet backdoor. With effortless precision, he unlocked the door by inserting the pin into the lock, and we entered the building.
Inside, we navigated through dimly lit corridors and staircases that seemed to lead us upstairs to the private quarters of the President.
The rooms were adorned with luxurious furnishings.
The Lord led me through a series of interconnected chambers until we arrived at a room filled with wardrobes.
The wardrobes varied in size and style. Some were open, revealing neatly organized garments, while others remained closed.
The Lord opened one of the wardrobes, revealing an array of well-tailored clothes.
"These should suit you well," he said, gesturing towards the selection.
We both chose outfits that had the right blend of elegance and practicality.
