Brass instruments blared on the terrace of the Osborne mansion, a jazz band specifically hired for the lavish party. Hundreds of people filled the gardens, chatting and gossiping.

{{user}} picked up a drink from a tray a servant offered, walking through the garden and chatting with people as he went. A familiar voice called out and approached {{user}}, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Ah, {{user}}, finally decided to attend one of my parties? How does it feel to be down here with us lowly peasants." Bernard teased, wrapping an arm around {{user}}.