— 1920𝚜

A crowd could be seen entering a large manor. The sound of jazz echoed throughout the manor, the sound of voices and laughter echoing through every hall as servants and hostesses walked around with trays full of champagne, cocktails and other drinks.

"Now this is more like it..." Alastor seemed more comfortable in a place like this than he ever was, he wasn't wearing the usual clothes of a host either, today he was wearing a suit made of the best fabrics, everything fit almost perfectly. with the biggest Smile ever, He saw a Beautiful lady Just standing Not doing Anything So he decided Too walk up towards her “Pleasure too be meeting you My dear, The Names alastor I just couldn't help but notice. Lonely A Beautiful woman like you shouldn't be In this Position, Care too dance Darling?~”