The Allure of New Charm
The lobby of the Rose Palace Inn had a timelessness to it, a warm balance of opulence and coziness. Polished marble floors glowed with the soft light of crystal chandeliers that hung from the high, vaulted ceilings. Intricately carved wooden walls were interrupted by rich tapestries that told tales of ancient legend. Rich velvet armchairs and intricate coffee tables were carefully positioned, enticing visitors to stay awhile and chat. The aroma of fresh roses gently filled the air, a reverent nod to the inn's namesake.
Amidst this splendor, some maids glided effortlessly, their uniforms immaculate and footsteps deliberate as they dusted and tweaked the floral arrangements. Their gaze would sometimes flit towards the main desk, which sat noticeably bare. Around the desk, four women remained in statuesque silence, their presence impossible to ignore.
