The Mammon's Den (2)
There atop the bright stage stood a single man. He was fairly short in terms of stature and his back was bent slightly arch, to anyone looking, his age was more than clear, especially from the gray hair and wrinkles on his face. If they had to guess, they would have guessed him to be a man in his early fifties.
He wore an elegant pure black suit, perfectly tailored to fit his body, jewelry on almost every finger on his hands and a sparkling chain around his neck. He almost looked like an old-school mafia boss.
His voice was surprisingly loud and strong. Whenever he spoke, he demanded attention and thus, everyone listened. They all might have been from very important families and rich beyond belief themselves, but, they were now in his domain and had to abide by his rules. In their heads, it would all be worth it in the end when they walk out more powerful and richer in points from when they entered…