A few minutes later, Oliver was led inside the mansion and directed to a waiting room.
'A room full of paintings and sculptures,' he mused inwardly, observing the lavish decor. 'Clearly designed to display their wealth. And this furniture… so grand to sit on. They're showing off.'
Oliver's fingers subtly tapped the edges of the sofa, his hand smoothing over the fabric and testing the cushion's comforting bounciness.
A place of pure opulence, he silently concluded. Grand, yet at the same time, quite imposing.
Everything within the waiting room seemed intentionally designed to make anyone else feel poor by comparison.
'Ah!' Suddenly, a thought sparked within him.
'When I have money, I should buy similar sofas.' He decided.
He might have disliked the overt display of wealth, but he couldn't deny his fondness for the sofa itself. It was, without a doubt, incredibly comfortable. He imagined having one just like it to watch TV from.
