Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[Eduard]

The horrendous waves of temporal magnitude, the breezes of time have swept repeatedly throughout the entrails of Sylvania Dome as time passed and days were devoured by the cosmic darkness of the night only to launch a riposte by the break of dawn for several occasions in a unison of voracious, cannibalistic waltzes of light as the Dome's simulators conveyed this dance on the tempo of the visitors' footsteps as they came and went, one by one, amazed, bewildered, bamboozled by the beauty that engulfed them or distracted by the intrigues they planned to carry.

But this metaphysical waltz, unintelligible by the chthonic plebeians that dared violate the virginity of the void with their throbbing mechanical constructs, has stopped suddenly, or rather, it adopted a tempo that can be comprehended and indulged, emphasizing the existence of a certain individual, loafing with an intoxicating nonchalance on an exquisite leather couch, standing in front of a coffee table surrounded by few other arm chairs embroidered by the same, somberly leather material.

On one of the arm chairs, a black leopard sat idly and indifferently as her piercing green eyes drifted towards realms unknown.

It was obvious by the expulsion of nonchalance, by his furry companion and by his general, flamboyant, elegant yet naive only at the facade, style that this man was none other but Robert d'Autoine, relaxing and waiting.

In a matter of minutes, a man embellished by the uniform idiosyncratic to a waiter approached him.

" Finally I can indulge with a lavish portion of food only to cater my ever insatiable yet equally sweet taste for hedonism as I lay a brief pause to the conundrums that I work inside my mind. Bonsoir, Dick! " he said with his exotic yet typical grin towards the waiter.

" I prefer "Richard", monsieur " the waiter tried to reply, faking an unviolated pride.

" Non, I heard you prefer Dick... " Robert squinted with an impish, diabolical yet undoubtedly comical manner.

The waiter rolled his eyes, his face covered in a layer of red. This caliber of playful sardonicism was not something he wanted to find himself dragged in.

" May I take your order, monsieur d'Autoine? "

" Well, if you insist, mon ami. I would gladly have Susan. Bring her with a discreet yet punctual urgency as there are some matters that I need to relay towards her ever vigilant auditory appendages in a moment's notice. "

" And the food, monsieur? "

" I choose to have someone else bring that, if you may. I cannot trust you not to ooze contents of your mouth with a heinous acumen inside the entrails of my food after our petit exchange of trivialities. I am sure you can empathize with my position, non? Not to mention that I prefer not to eat while I must dedicate myself to transform another person into the epicenter of my attention. "

The waiter then left, undoubtedly to carry the orders of his metaphorical sovereign while Robert himself continues to lounge indifferently on the couch.

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King Eduard is the greatest