The light before Teresa dimmed suddenly, only to blaze forth in the next instant.
She found herself in a luxuriously decorated room with a thick, red patterned cashmere carpet that could swallow one's feet whole.
In the center of the room stood a set of furnishings that seemed to be made entirely of gold and inlaid with countless precious gems.
On the table lay a piece of sheepskin that appeared aged, a quill with a sapphire tip, a bottle of ink, and a silver lighter.
Even the air seemed to be filled with the scent of money.
CLICK!
As she focused her gaze, the lighter opened automatically, emitting a blue flame.
Six stunningly beautiful girls in black and white maid outfits walked out in a line, arrayed on either side of the desk, curtsying to her.
Seated in the golden chair was a young man in formal attire with a black bow tie, his features somewhat indistinct. He lifted his hand invitingly, gesturing for her to take a seat at the desk.
"Is this a Pawnbroker?!"
