The heavy mahogany double doors of Suite 101 closed with a soft, pneumatic hiss, sealing Ren inside the Warlord's inner sanctum.
The penthouse suite was a sprawling, thousand-square-foot monument to hoarded Old World excess, easily tripling the footprint of the room assigned to Ren and Chloe. The artificial climate control systems here worked overtime, aggressively pumping the sharp, biting scent of peppermint cologne and thick, blue cigar smoke through the ventilation grates. The ambient lighting was dialed down to a warm, amber glow, illuminating rich leather upholstery, polished brass fixtures, and a massive, glass-fronted liquor cabinet fully stocked with dark, aged spirits.
