In a vast and beautiful room, furnished finely with the best kinds of items anyone could find, there was a long table.
This table had five chairs lined before it.
Two were placed in the left, two in the right to the final chair—which also looked the most prestigious—was at the very front.
The head of the table.
Seated on each of these seats were people who were dressed rather uniquely—though most of them had fancy wears.
The chandelier up above, the fine murals all over the pristine space, the regal carpets, and the exquisite curtains; all of these things sanctified this entire room as purely bourgeois.
As such, the people presently seated had to reflect such dignity.
Other than a rough-looking man that sat with his arms folded, fleshing his bulging muscles and his barely covered chest, everyone else was dressed appropriately for the meeting.
They also had entourages who stood behind them.
