Fontaine, known for its classy tea parties and balls, was anything but this under the surface. Many clubs and bars were hidden under the surface of the deep blue waters. In one happened to be Wriothesley, stood in the corner whilst the thudding music shook the walls of the club. He brought his glass to his lips, sipping it lightly as his eyes darted around the room. He didn't want to be here, he was dragged by his 'friends' after work, and oh boy was he not having a good time.