The American 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 American Ambassador's house he began to feel a bit embarrassed. The Bentleys and various black sedans that the valets were driving around the massive front entrance were extremely intimidating in a formal sort of way. 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 women Samson had ever seen.