The Study.

Wandering down the hallway you stick your head into a bathroom and a couple of guest bedrooms. At the end of the hall was a door that looked a bit different, a sturdy looking deadbolt lock on it. It was locked. You stand and think a moment then head back to the bedroom. You hear Natali still sloshing about in her bath. You begin looking around the room, drawers, pockets, night tables, anywhere there might be a key. You open the second drawer of your night table and pause as you see a pistol. A heavy looking revolver with a nickel finish. Your hand lingers over it until you think better of it. Shooting your way out of here wasn't going to happen. Digging behind it you find a ring of keys. Taking them and closing the drawer you head back down the hallway.

Only one of two keys look like they might work. Trying the first big heavy brass one you find it fits. The door unlocks with a solid 'ca-clunk'. You enter into what you must assume is Vincent's private study. Fine leather and oak dominate the aesthetic, the floor covered in lush deep red and black patterned rug. Bookshelves line the walls and a big stone fireplace on the inner wall. Leather furniture situated throughout the room. A huge heavy dark wood desk sits near the curtained windows. You close the thick reinforced door behind you and lock it. You cruise into the room, your hands running over the luxurious furniture. "Niiiice..." you whisper to yourself.

You go to the curtains and peek through, you look out over an expanse of well manicure lawn. You notice the glass is extra thick, probably some sort of security glass. You figure Vincent's private study must also act as some sort of secured safe room as well. It would take an army to get to you in here. An idea strikes you. Assuming you've got the only key no one was going to get to you in here. Maybe you could call cops and wait for them hiding out in the study. You spin on your heel, your eyes combing the room. No phone? "Shit!" Why wouldn't he have a phone in here? Peace and quiet perhaps?

Your eyes settle on the computer on the desk. You rush up and sit down. Turning on the computer it boots up. You try to open a browser only to have a pass code request pop up. Damn it, internet access requires a password. "Shit!" You try a few different things but you simply can't get through to the outside world without Vincent's passwords. You sigh, "Okay okay...I'm going to have to go through with this. I've just got to learn to enjoy this." You notice a small wet bar in the corner. You go and pour yourself a scotch, 21 years old according to the bottle. You turn on the sound system and smooth jazz fills the room. After exploring a bit you head back and slump into the big leather desk chair once more. You sit there just taking in your swank environment for a few minutes. The more you thought of this situation the more it worried you, could you really get away with this?

Just to take your mind off of your situation you try playing around with the computer, clicking folders or opening programs. Password required, password required, password required. Vincent was a stickler for security, probably necessary in his line of work. If you were going to keep up this deception for long though you were eventually going to need those passwords. You then notice there was one program was already running, left open from when Vincent was here last. You immediately open it.

A grid of smaller windows showing different live scenes around the house. You seem to have tapped into the security system. It takes a few moments for you to remember that you hadn't seen any cameras anywhere through the house. It is then you notice many of the feeds show odd angles, the camera positioned in a way a regular security camera never would be. You realize you are looking at a system of hidden cameras. It is possible nobody else even knows about this system. You see the front hall where the maid and one of your goons seem to be flirting, you see the empty kitchen, the gym, the different bedrooms, an impressively stocked garage, various other rooms; you even see Natali continuing to soak in her bubble bath. You even see yourself sitting at the big desk, you hold your drink up as if to say 'Cheers!' to yourself. At the pool you see Melanie arguing with Louis, behind them you see disappointed bikini clad girls being ushered into the nearby change room...which also has a camera! It looks like Louis is bringing the pool party to an end, surely due to the threat on his bosses life. You bring the change room up full screen to see a room full of scantily clad college aged women.

You see a few quick flashes of tits and poon but sadly you mostly just see them grab purses and backpacks. Most throw on some stuff over their bathing suits and continue on towards the front door. Louis' boys aren't pissing around in ushering everyone out, not even giving them time to change. So much for the show, but probably for the best. You feel like an old pervert watching them. You see a lot of pissed off babes filter out of the house.

You reduce that screen back down. You see Melanie and Louis' argument is getting quite heated. Melanie stamps her feet and clenches her fists. Louis is having none of it. She stamps away fuming. Louis goes about his business.

You scan the other windows, nothing much of interest happening. This camera system could really come in handy, or at least be entertaining, as long as you didn't close the program. You glance back up at the master bedroom bath to see Natali still soaking. You lean back and take a sip of your drink. "Ah...exquisite." You sigh. You see some motion with Natali, she looks to be getting ready to leave the bath. You lean forward, anticipating finally seeing what you are sure will be a stunningly hot body...until you notice on a neighboring window Melanie storming down the hallway toward the study. You hear a dull pounding on the door.

You can just barely hear a high pitched whine outside the door, '"Daddyyyyy!" This room was impressively soundproofed.

She probably doesn't know you are in here, but she is guessing you are.