The Last Materials

Desmond remained seated in his room, his attention fixed on the door when, unexpectedly, it swung open. A maid entered, carrying an assortment of plates, glasses, and an array of beverages, including wine and fresh oranges.

"Good day, young master. I apologize for the intrusion. I have brought you some refreshments," the maid greeted him, her voice infused with a hint of seductive allure. 

Her provocative attire, accentuated by a strong perfume, could easily captivate the attention of any man. Yet, despite her efforts, Desmond appeared disinterested, his gaze steadfastly focused on the VIP room opposite his own.

Undeterred by his lack of response, the maid approached Desmond, positioning herself by his side, a coy smile still adorning her face.

"Would you care for a drink, sir?" she inquired, her voice dripping with allure, but Desmond paid her no heed, his attention fixed on the enigmatic room across from his.