Golden Port City, Bay Area, the power of a mansion, a villa.
Federation people have a particular fondness for "weightiness," especially among the upper class who tremendously enjoy that aristocratic flair.
Everything must be glittering and splendid, exuding wealth, prestige, and substance.
Thus, the studies of most upper-class individuals tend to impart that very impression.
Imposing bookcases, thick and broad desks, red or white high-back chairs, with touches of gilding for decoration.
They would carpet the floors with fine camel hair rugs, some might place a globe in a corner, roughly a few antiques might be present, perhaps even some animal specimens.
Everything there displays their nobility and opulence.
This room was no different, as Councilman Williams sat in his chair, puffing on his pipe, while facing him was his son, Arthur.
Arthur was just over twenty, with platinum blonde hair, looking rather handsome, which he inherited from his mother.
