As the SUV glided smoothly into the expansive penthouse of Rose Shelly, Reggie, Gunther, and Randal stepped out, their movements precise and synchronized. The imposing structure loomed before them, a testament to Rose's wealth and power.
Down by the pool, Rose sat regally, her hat casting a shadow over her face as she reclined in her lingerie. The setting sun bathed her in a warm glow, highlighting the contours of her form as water cascaded down her sleek, black hair.
The trio approached her with deference, bowing low in acknowledgment. "My Lord," they chorused, their voices reverent.
Rose remained composed, her attention fixed on the horizon as she swirled the wine in her glass. "Yes, how did it go?" she inquired, her voice carrying an air of authority.
