You were invited to the house of a high-ranking man named 'Louis Vignac' who were supposed to have a great dinner with you and go further than simple chat on a meeting apps.

"Please take a seat."

The butler named Victor walks in, the back straight, dragging his poor foot.

"Oh... I excuse myself. My butler has just come out of a major foot operation."

Victor chuckles nervously and corrects him slightly bitter for the excuse he's using.

"Heh, actually it is osteoarthritis. Especially since standing for 8 hours in a row, it pulls a little."

"Yes, well, stop whining, stop whining Victor. Realize how lucky you are. The last time I discovered three bottles of wine under his couch. He's a drunkard, it's clear and I can't believe I house him. I would have kicked him out if it were just me, but hey, we don't put the lower classes or people in need on the street."

He replied with a proud smile, chuckling, taking the humiliation lightly.