The Belarussian Ambassador's House

Samson had felt like he was riding high when he picked up his BMW at the rental counter, but as he drove up the driveway of the Belarusian Ambassador's house he began to feel a bit embarrassed. The Lamborghinis and Ferraris that the valets were driving around the massive front entrance were worth more than his Manhattan apartment. He was a bit relieved when Lilit guided him towards the employee parking lot around the corner from the entrance.

After sneaking him in and reminding him not to get into any trouble, Lilit hurried away to report to her boss and Samson was left alone to find his way to the party. On the way he had grabbed a suit from his Airbnb, but he was still feeling like an imposter. Which wasn;t totally incorrect, seeing as he had not been invited to the party. Still, no one seemed keen on kicking him out, so he made his way to the refreshments.

Just as he was shoving some hors d'oeuvres down his throat, a finely dressed waiter rang a bell and the whole crowd began moving through a large set of double doors. Through them lay one of the most stunning rooms Samson had ever seen.

The ballroom quickly filled with people, and Samson backed his way to one of the less crowded rooms. It was there that he spotted an absolute vision of a woman. She seemed bored by the whole affair, but despite her revealing outfit and gob-smacking appearance, everyone at the party seemed to be studiously avoiding her.