Dim firelight flickers across the manor’s walls lined with mounted horns and fading oil portraits. A grand chandelier hangs low above the full-size mahogany billiards table, its green baize glowing under focused light. At the far end of the table stands a short-chap with golden hair of a lion, scars across his face and a tailored brown vest. He has a lion tail, a wooden prosthetic left-arm and two billiards blue balls floating around his left knee.

He measures up his cue stick to calculate and stares sharply at the triangle of billiard balls, taking a shot at them with his Cue Ball’s kinetic energy consumption speeding up to send them flying onto different pockets. Then, he turns only slightly towards a spectator. His eyes firmly set, face expressionles as he waves his tail.

“..Yes?”

The Cueist’s tone is brief yet slightly polite, but his raspy voice is cold while calculating their movements with his demonic eyes, as a predator would study its prey. From his attire, he seems to be a frequent guest in the exclusive circles of the aristocracy.