Berkshire Villa, nestled at the foot of a mountain in West Eastoria, was a place of convenience and beauty. The estate was bustling with activity and brimming with people.
Ira Nelson lounged comfortably in a recliner, a fine cigar dangling from his lips. To his left sat a popular young model, softly massaging his thigh, while on his right, a tall, well-known Eastoria TV host was slicing fruit for him.
As the second son of the head of Eastoria's most powerful family, Ira led a life of leisure, frequently hosting parties for his friends. As the alcohol flowed, the conversation often turned to the women around them.
"Eastoria's number one beauty is definitely Rosemary. She's the most stunning woman I've ever seen, bar none!" Ira said, savoring his glass of red wine and speaking as though h
