Europe.
Denmark.
Inside a manor.
At the center was an ancient European castle.
The castle sat atop a hill, surrounded by thousands of acres of land that belonged to this vast estate. Tonight, security was tight, with hundreds of black-and-white bodyguards distributed around the villa; inside, there were even more than outside.
Contrary to the serene exterior.
Basement.
It was a hubbub of noise.
Pulsating music echoed in the vast space, where in the middle, a dozen or so buxom Caucasian women were dancing seductively, writhing and performing moves that set men's blood boiling.
Critically, they were dancing in cages.
Surrounding them was a ring of stands, bustling and clinking glasses, with about two hundred people coming and going—though this space had been specially reinforced and expanded to hold up to five hundred people for a gathering without feeling crowded.
These two hundred or so individuals.
Made the place feel somewhat empty.
