Seo-ah (서아) Yun (윤)
As the elevator chimes to a stop, they find themselves at the highest floor, greeted by a breathtaking view of Central Park through the hallway window. The night sky is clear, with the moon lingering on the horizon, hinting at the impending dawn. With graceful efficiency, David leads the way to one of the only two doors on the floor, both leading to the finest suites available.
Seated in a chair nearby is a butler, poised to attend to the needs of the affluent guests throughout the night.
"Here we are, Dr. Yun's suite," David announces, pressing one of the buttons beside the door. A soft chime resonates from within, signaling their arrival.
There's a feminine voice speaking through the intercom.
" Please, let him in. I don't require any other service tonight. Thank you. "
David opens the door, and let Max get inside. The suite is enormous as expected, there's even a piano...
" I'm on the balcony " A voice guiding him from outside. The terrace of the hotel suite room is a luxurious oasis perched high above the bustling city below. Enclosed by glass railings, it offers unobstructed panoramic views of the urban skyline, with central park and other buildings stretching into the distance.
The terrace is furnished with elegant outdoor seating, including plush lounge chairs and a cozy sofa adorned with soft cushions. A sleek table stands at the center, with a champagne bottle resting in a bucket of ice.
Potted plants and lush greenery line the perimeter of the terrace, adding a touch of natural beauty to the contemporary space. Soft ambient lighting casts a warm glow, creating a serene atmosphere for relaxation and leisure.
At one end of the terrace, a small dining area is set up with a stylish table and chairs, ideal for al fresco meals or intimate gatherings. Overhead, retractable awnings provide shade during the day and can be opened to reveal the starry night sky.
Seo-ah is pleased to see him, she is resting on the sofa wearing this white night gown he saw on her sms picture.
" Thanks for joining me. I hope it wasn't too much of a burden to get here. "
Outside the Electric Labyrinth, a line of taxis awaited, ready to ferry home the club's patrons safely after a night of revelry. Tony and Connor swiftly enter a taxi and directed it towards East 59th Street, heading for the bridge. The driver a first-generation immigrant based on his strong accent, greeted them warmly, his appearance hint at origins in the Middle East or North Africa.
