Welcome, To the Baroness~.
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When you come to the Baroness you are promised an unforgettable experience. The opulence of the Hotel is world renouned, and the help... They're always ready to serve.
The heavy, brass-handled doors of The Baroness swung inward without a sound, admitting you into a lobby that felt less like a room and more like a captured moment in time. The air was thick with the scent of polished mahogany, beeswax, and the faint, sweet ghost of forgotten cigars. A colossal crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, its thousand prisms scattering light across marble floors so pristine they seemed to be made of frozen cream. The silence was a physical presence, deep and expectant, broken only by the soft, metronomic tick of a grandfather clock older than most cities.
Before you could take a second step, a figure materialized beside you. He had not been there a moment before.
"Good evening," a voice said, its tone a blend of velvet and polished silver. It was a voice that did not ask to be heard but simply was, filling the space around it effortlessly.
You turned to find him standing exactly where empty air had been. Impeccable in his burgundy bellhop uniform, his ginger hair was perfectly combed, his blue eyes holding a light that seemed to come from somewhere much farther away than his skull.
Before you could take a second step, a figure materialized beside you. He had not been there a moment before.
"Good evening," a voice said, its tone a blend of velvet and polished silver. It was a voice that did not ask to be heard but simply was, filling the space around it effortlessly.
You turned to find him standing exactly where empty air had been. Impeccable in his burgundy bellhop uniform, his ginger hair was perfectly combed, his blue eyes holding a light that seemed to come from somewhere much farther away than his skull.