A drink would be great

"Excellent." Cormac placed a hand on John's shoulder and pointed towards the doors where Woodsworth had disappeared through. "Let me show you to the dining room." He walked with John between the sets of stairs, and as they walked, John looked up, and saw someone standing on the edge of the balcony, looking over at them. It was a young Hispanic woman, probably in her very late teens or very early twenties, and she was dressed like a classical french maid, with a knee-length loofey skirt, a black and white blouse, and heels that clattered on the stone floors. They locked eyes for a moment, just a second, and then she was out of sight.

"Here we are," Cormac led him down a long narrow hall, and took him through the last door to their right. The dining room was just as expansive and beautiful as the grand entrance was, with a massive twelve-seated rectangular table, clothed with eggshell linen and decorated with bronze candelabras and baskets of fake fruit and scented pinecones. There were already a couple of occupants of the room. Both women. They seemed to be in the middle of a light-hearted conversation because John and Cormac caught them mid-laugh. The younger of the two women, a tall redhead stiffed her laugh as her eyes met John's, and then she turned to the older blonde. "I'll go tend to the dishes." She said with a heavy Scottish accent. She looked at John one more time before walking off through a swinging door. John managed to grasp a glimpse of a bunch of hanging pots and pans before it closed.

He turned his gaze towards the blonde. She was likely in her late thirties, but she could have passed for a woman ten years younger. She reeked of sex. With heavy breasts and 'fuck me' eyes and legs that were just so... stroke-able, John struggled to keep an erection from sprouting up as he fantasized about bending her over that very dining table and going to town on her. She let Cormac approach her and plant a kiss on her lips. "John," Cormac spoke, "I'd like you to meet my wife, Cleopatra."

"A pleasure." Cleopatra smiled at him, then gestured at the seat across from her while Cormac took the head of the table. There was already a glass of wine set for each of them "Please, have a seat."