Hugo and Collins made their way through the grand mansion, their noses assaulted by the unmistakably tang and heavy scent of booze and sweat that clung to the air.
It was chaos in the mansion.
Around them, men and women danced with wild abandon, their movements a mix of grace and complete chaos.
One woman spun so fast her drink went flying, drenching an unsuspecting man who smiled back and belched ridiculously, while a group of guys attempted an impromptu conga line that ended with one of them crashing into a table.
"This place reeks of sweat, booze and jizz," Collins muttered, sidestepping a puddle of spilled alcohol with a grimace.
Hugo sighed but kept walking, his focus on the private area ahead. He wanted to get this over with as fast as possible and return to the heavenly embrace of his wonderful mistress back at the room.
