Silently, the car slides to a stop and a single set of shoes stretch out with evenly placed steps. A second later, a different pair of footsteps follow, these both lighter, and more hesitant. The two people walk in tandem, each on the opposite side of the long limousine. Despite their similar mannerisms, their heights and ages wildly differ. One gentleman is extremely old in standard time, being nearly 60. The young man opposite him looks to be in his late teens to early 20s. The pair are dressed in matching suits filled with color, like court jesters. The older gentleman reaches down to the car door and smoothly opens it in one singular motion. A second later, a sleek black leg spreads out and taps against the ground. The silver shoes click against the metallic rooftop assertively. Stepping out of the car is the employer of both men, and a member of the esteemed aristocrats, Oswald Lemming.

"Thank you, Walter. Come, Dear, I can't wait for you to try the intoxicants."

As Walter swiftly steps away, Master Lemming helps the young woman who follows him out. The woman is simultaneously both gorgeous and unnerving. With eyes like ice and golden-spun hair, her heart shape face draws in the eyes of onlookers. She wears a perfect smile that reveals no emotions and holds a clear attitude of superiority and haughtiness. She is the second daughter of the current royal family, Princess Elise Dia Bathory. The dress she wears is covered in rare gemstones and made of hard-to-come-by silk. It fits tightly to her figure and tantalizingly accentuates her curves. Even Walter, a married man who frequently sees the Princess together with his Master, feels a wave of lust overwhelm him as he gazes upon her angelic visage.

Concurrently, the opposite car door opens as well, and the young man stiffly moves his hand to help the passenger out. Following a loud slap, he pulls his hand away and hastily steps aside, rebuking himself for mistaking the woman for her sister. He obviously knows about the differences in their personalities, but still, he has yet to gain the ability to tell them apart by appearance.

Walter, who has been forcing down the rising heat in his chest, suddenly feels his mind fracture as he glimpses the young woman out of the corner of his eye. His brain metaphorically freezes, and he finds himself incapable of movement. If the princess's beauty is to be compared to the Sun, this woman's beauty outshines a thousand supernovas.

Her visage is beyond human imagination. Anyone who dares a glance at her finds themselves incapable of remembering her appearance in all its entirety. Her dress is a glimmering purple, shimmering like the distant stars, a synthetic fabric that costs more than it does fueling the entire city. She wears metallic heels cushioned on the inside, providing her comfort outclassing any shoes on the market. Her hair is stark black, with red ribbons weaving in and out in occasional braids, cascading down her shoulders that reveal milk-white skin in their entirety. Her silver eyes possess inhuman coldness, and an attitude that makes the princess's earlier haughtiness seem childish.

Just as the horror and fear begin to drown out his previous lust, the young lady reaches back into the car with a playful smile fluttering across her lips. Her eyes flash with joy and reverence. Walter takes this brief moment of respite to look away, already understanding what would happen if he were to gaze a second longer. He hears the second set of footsteps exit the limousine, which immediately begin to maneuver toward Oswald, who is waiting for the pair near the front of the car. Walter notices how the princess stiffens in Master Lemming's arm and briefly amuses himself with the thought that "maybe royalty isn't so high and mighty when in the presence of these two."

Lilian and Mary, the goddesses of the Lemming family. Many years ago, Oswald had the insane idea to fund a synthetic human project. He got in contact with the best scientists across the world and proposed the project. Suprsingingly, such an idea had been thought of before, many years ago. However, due to a lack of both funds and manpower, the project eventually faded away. A result that the death of the original proposer only hastened. Ecstatic that there was already previous research on the idea, Oswald agreed to give the scientists unlimited funds, as well as an astronomical amount of human resources. While he was at it, he also provided them with a headquarters and top-of-the-line equipment, simply to speed up their progress.

With today's technology, creating the impossible is merely limited to money. With their unlimited resources, the specialists of Earth were able to quickly produce two specimens for Master Lemming, though not without a mind-boggling number of casualties. Human experimentation, murder, torture. Master Oswald encouraged the use of any means necessary. And so, the scientists created results in a very short amount of time using such horrific methods.

The twins were made to be beautiful, and so they were. Projections had shown that their appearance would match up to the naturally beautiful royals, and that was all Oswald could hope for. But things quickly spun out of control during the children's development. What the scientists created were not humans. They were monsters. Monsters that could easily out-perform any mortal with a casual flick of their finger. What Master Oswald set out to do was create valuable pawns he could use to get into the back pockets of the royals, but what he ended up with was a threat to humanity. If the children so wished it, they could cause a revolt with a single word. They could usurp the throne through their overwhelming qualifications. They could lead the human race down a better path, a path those at the top didn't wish to take. They were unkillable. If they were to be assassinated, the roots they planted in the depths of society would have burse, causing the world would go up in flames.

It took Oswald years to realize his "daughters" had outsmarted him when they were mere children. They had already checkmated him before the game even started. Thankfully, for some reason, the children had no desire to rule. They felt nothing towards the inferior and therefore didn't desire a revolution. They were indifferent towards being the pawns of their father and gave no resistance when he used them as jewels to better his standing. All their scheming, all their planning, was for a rainy day when they no longer felt safe and desired an out.

"Come girls, we're expected."

Master Oswald smiles amicably towards his children. Walter knows that Oswald has given up. Perhaps that was their ultimate goal. They probably understood that their father wouldn't treat them right if they listened to his every wish, so they forced him to treat them like family. Walter thinks back to when Master Oswald realized his plan was over before it started. His vision becomes blurry as the world briefly fades away.

It is surprisingly calm. The master of the house sits at the table in dull silence. Slowly, he comes to the realization that the astronomical amount of money he spent, the innumerable sacrifices he made, didn't purchase him two mindless tools. Walter has been preparing for a fierce outburst, something all aristocrats had in common, yet it never comes. Oswald simply chuckles to himself; before reaching into his inner coat pocket and pulling out a picture.

The picture is made of fiber-paper, a technological achievement that allows the captured image to move like a video, but can be torn and folded like a scrap of paper. On its surface, Walter briefly sees the face of Oswald's late wife, Kaysa, who tragically passed away on their honeymoon many years back. The couple stares into each other's eyes, an obvious love shared between them. The woman was no an otherworldly beauty. No, she was rather plain, with simple features and a warm smile. Walter reckons that that was the very reason the pair fell in love. Without an overwhelming lust clouding his vision, Oswald was finally able to see a woman for who she was. Simple. Kind. Sweet. For him, who is at the top of the world, what more could he ask for?

The two share a kiss. Which from the outside, merely looks like Oswald is pressing a piece of paper against his lips. He then whispers some quiet words to the paper. Walter only hears the end of the dialogue: "We always wanted a family."

"Let's go, Walter. It's rather cold out."

The memories vanish in an instant, and Walter makes to turn around. He pays special attention to avoid looking at the sisters, who he can acutely sense are silently watching him. Walter leads the party through the tall stained-glass doors of the building. They arrive directly at the VIP section, skipping the lobby, and are guided directly to their private area without a wait.

While scanning the building, Walter casually notices the hired guards standing about. At their hips are high-tech firearms, the kind not even soldiers can use. Walter agrees with the level of security; after all, this city's princess is with them tonight. Walter also notices a few other aristocrats enjoying their meals and smiles bitterly that the news of their visit has been leaked. He mentally prepares himself to stave off the nosey individuals that will try to curry favor with the pair.

"Here you are, Sir."

The woman who guides them is young and reserved. Walter doesn't recognize her and assumes her to be a new hire. He mentally applauds her skill. Getting hired in such a place requires hard work, even for the position of a mere server.

"The mixer will arrive in a moment."

"Oh, that's fine, no rush."

Oswald and the young miss exchange pleasantries as they await the arrival of their personal bartender. The group is snugly seated at a circular counter that surrounds the working area. The clearing is stocked with a large variety of alcohol. Multiple books list the various ingredients for the countless number of drinks available. These particular volumes have been written over and over again after analyzing all the popular drinks the inferior partake in. The personal drinks that the aristocrats enjoy are added to a separate book kept under lock and key. It is customary to judge the amount of extra pay to give the bartender based on the number of times they need to reference the books. An aristocrat with a nasty personality typically requests obscure drinks to force the worker to search the product. After all, getting a drink incorrect is grounds for firing. Thankfully, Master Oswald is the type of person that always orders the same drinks. The Princess typically orders only the most popular drinks as well.

They don't need to wait long, the bartender quickly arrives. Walter notices the slight sheen of sweat coating the man's forehead, and cheers him on in his heart, wishing him luck and success.

"Greetings, I am Number Five. I'll be your personal mixer!"

Those who desire to work at this establishment are required to never speak their personal names while on duty. This is due to a variety of security reasons, but the main one is to prevent assassinations due to poisoning. If a group wanted an individual dead, all they would have to do is track down an employee and force them to slip a deadly substance into a drink. By keeping their names and positions a secret, they can protect the lives of their clients.

"We'll be in your care, Five. I'll order first, I'll have a Cobalt Velvet."

"Understood. That'll be $280."

Osborn ignores the price as he wraps his arm around the princess's waist.

"Elise, what will you be having?"

"Hmm, I wonder. How about a Crimson Tear?"

Five interjects into their conversation with a pleasant hum. He speaks fluidly, without an ounce of hesitation.

"Those are very popular these days, I'll have one right up, Your Highness. Sir, that'll be $300, I'll add it to the bill."

While waiting for their drinks, the couple whispers to themselves. In no time, the cold exterior of the princess melts away as the two snuggle together. The stools they sit on levitate and therefore allow them to get fairly close without hindrance. It's a rather warm atmosphere, one Walter rarely gets to experience with his waiting wife. After all, as a member of an Aristocrat's household, what kind of servent would he be if he didn't dedicate his life to the job?