Devon straightened his tie, smoothing out the wrinkles from his black, form-fitting suit. Even after only two years as Vincent Master’s head of acquisitions, he still appreciated the feel and look of this rich material, and if he was being honest with himself, he knew how amazing he looked. The clothes had been tailor-made and, whilst he wore the casual trimmings of a student while in the academy, here he was required to dress to his position.
Like many things in society, the Taphouse was divided by class. The commoners would dine, drink, and partake in their vices in the tavern-like area below. Whereas those of standing would reserve one of the many suites. Not all within the grand luxury of the Elite world were subject to all the benefits of this status. Tonight, there were but a few wh
