The men and women in the guest room next door seemed to have finished their coupling, as no more sounds were transmitted. Theodore clutched the paper documents, quickly descended the stairs and left, not wanting to stay here a second longer. Left behind, Lawrence with stiff legs, returned to his room to find his eye mask and went downstairs to look for his female companion, Vivian.
Hard for him to still remember Vivian.
The men and women in the banquet hall had long been at play; some were embracing and kissing, and others leaned against pillars, touching each other. The hostess, Mrs. Daisy, like a queen of the night, lounged on a deep red chaise, drinking wine with several attentive lovers kneeling by her side.
Lawrence didn't know where to place his gaze. He looked around for quite a while without finding anyone, so he went outside to look. At last, he found the petite girl at the corner of the courtyard near a bush.
