The Damsel's Grand Finale

Good food, beautiful architecture, merry music, and a heightened atmosphere, did all wonders to the senses. 

Woo-hoo~

There were whistles and encouragement from the crowd of 200, who were already drinking and eating their lives away. 

"Delicious!" 

The tables were filled with sumptuous dishes—roasted meats glistening under chandelier lights, fruits bursting with color and ripeness. 

But unbeknownst to many, there was something more sinister lurking underneath the veneer of celebration. 

Legs of turkeys and chicken aggressively came apart with every pull, and wine stains dampened the fine tablecloths. 

It was a jungle here, a many and burly place everyone felt the world needed. 

Smoke from cigars flooded the scene, and for a Monnet, you would think it was the 1920s or something. 

What made man digress to their earlier sorry state, leaving the manly periods of the 1800s and 1900s behind?