Lorenzo struggled immensely before finally emerging from the lavish assembly, a concoction of fragrances and incessant chatter that resembled a rosy Hell.
Bending down and taking advantage of the crowd's cover, Lorenzo pulled Selyu towards the backyard. One couldn't deny its extravagance—though the lights didn't fully illuminate the courtyard, shadows moved among them, with a pool in the center, adorned with floating vibrant petals.
Lorenzo couldn't quite fathom the joys of the wealthy; in such cold weather, is swimming still desired?
A faint melody began to play, as a minstrel leaned against a lush tree, softly singing, cloaking this gorgeous night with a veil of mystery.
For a moment, Lorenzo was entranced; in the dim shadows, the minstrel's figure was blurred.
"I never thought there'd still be minstrels."
Lorenzo was stunned for a while, before smiling openly.
