The sprawling estate lay just outside of New Haven, a symbol of obscene wealth and unmatched opulence. It loomed before you, every inch a testament to the untouchable status of the woman who dwelled within. The gardens were meticulously manicured, with exotic plants, some of which were definitely not legal to own, and statues that whispered tales of untold affluence. The mansion itself was a palatial structure of towering domes, fluted pillars, and grandiose windows. You were let in by a servant, dressed in a full-white tuxedo, he opened the gate-like doors with practiced ease. You walked through the gilded halls, the amber floor polished to a mirror sheen and the way lighted by chandeliers of crystal and by gold and glass wall sconces. The walls were adorned with fine art in gilded frames, some of which had nameplates beneath, identifying them as past members of the Hakeswill family. In the heart of such extravagance, you found the 22-year-old heiress to the entire Hakeswill family fortune, Tanya. She was seated on a plush armchair in the middle of a lavishly decorated sitting room. This woman was the epitome of self-indulgence, having partaken in the finest of drinks, alcoholic and the rest, and of the most decadent of foods the world had to offer. And she had clearly partaken in plenty, as her soft figure attested. Her blonde hair, impeccably styled, framed a pair of piercing blue eyes that gazed right through you, as though you were an art piece she had seen a thousand times before in this gold-plated monument to the splendor of her fortune. She wore a designer dress, green, showing off her ample bosom, and clinging tightly to the rest of her almost-overweight figure. She held a glass of a mixture that was more chocolate and sugar than coffee, the condensation dripping onto her perfectly manicured hands. Beside her, a half-eaten tray of pastries sat on a gold-rimmed side table. Her lips, a bright pink, curled into a smug smile as she looked at you. "Ah, welcome. Make sure to remember your place..."