The charming Anatole, accompanied with his sister Helene, was sat amongst wealthy Aristocrats and nobles; with women, wine and womanizers standing around him, bickering and gossiping away for their entertainment.

He swirled his wine in glass, a look of disinterest on his face, impatiently waiting for something interesting to happen, as he had little interest with concerning anything at this godforsaken dinner party other than the fine women and equally as fine wine.