As they were escorted into the sprawling, opulent mansion, the grandeur of the space was impossible to ignore—marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, and the faint hum of classical music drifting through the air. Inside, a small gathering of impeccably dressed, wealthy elites mingled with practiced ease, their laughter and conversation a backdrop to the evening's decadence. Aizawa's partner leaned in close, their voice a teasing murmur, just audible above the elegant din.

Hizashi: Damn what rich person do you know that you got invited to this...

Aizawa: I have no clue he says roughly