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"Dice rolls" Vincent chuckled, exclaiming, Why do I always end up dying? "Says Lydia" Jane seized the dice, rolled them, and landed a 17 for her character. With that, she snatched a life and some cash from the player to her left.

Mr. Thornhill, on the receiving end of Jane's luck, laughed bitterly, his jealousy evident. The game momentarily paused as Mr. Thornhill began discussing the upcoming promotion, but he was abruptly interrupted by Mrs. Thornhill. "This isn't a work meeting; it's a party! Can I speak with you in the kitchen?" she insisted, leading him out of the dining hall.Tyler exclaimed, "Hey everyone, let's head to where the music is!"

His voice was filled with excitement, and the group eagerly followed him inside, their anticipation palpable. The moment they stepped through the door, they were enveloped by the pulsating rhythm of the music, the vibrant lights casting colorful patterns across the room. The atmosphere was electric, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and exhilaration.

Once they arrived, they quickly made their way to the bar, where they grabbed some drinks to fuel their energy for the night ahead. Laughter and chatter filled the air as they clinked their glasses together, toasting to a night of fun and freedom. The dance floor beckoned, and without hesitation, they hit the floor, moving to the beat as the music thumped in their chests.

Jane and Lydia, however, had other plans. They made their way to the bar, hoping to grab a couple of cocktails to enjoy while they danced. But as they approached, the bartender-a young maid with a flustered expression-stopped them in their tracks.

"Sorry, ladies, but if Miss Thornhill sees me not serving you drinks, I'm in big trouble. Please, just let me be," she said, her voice a mix of urgency and concern.

Jane rolled her eyes, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "What a pain," she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms.

Lydia, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward with a warm smile. "It's alright, I insist. I'm Jane, and this is my sister Lydia," she introduced, hoping to ease the tension.

The maid's expression softened as she took in their friendly demeanor. "I'm Sherly," she replied with a smile that lit up her face. "Nice to meet you both. Enjoy your night!"

With that, Sherly turned back to her duties, glancing nervously toward the entrance where Miss Thornhill, the club's strict manager, was known to patrol. Jane and Lydia exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They decided to let it go for now and headed back to join their friends on the dance floor, the music pulling them back into the rhythm of the night.