(Mycroft looks around, his awe not appearing on his face but increasingly growing inside, the building seems even more refined than before, but with slight technilogical advancements here and there, making it a spectacular sight, he sees servants briskly but graceful carrying refreshments and other baggage about, the windows reveal tall, metallic buildings outside and giant flying boomerangs, marble stairways appear to lead even higher up, perhaps to the skies...)
Tuxedo-Clad Butler: (rudely interrupting his train of thoughts) I'll escort you to Sir Regis' office with the lift... sir (his voice still dripping with sarcasm). (pushes a small red button in the stone walls with his white-gloved hand and suddenly a section of it rotates, revealling a small lounge)
(swallows his amazement and steps calmly inside, sits down on a sofa and pours some brandy, looks up at a keyboard beside the door which is covered with numbers and letters, the butler selects one of the multitude and the lounge rotates shut before zipping gracefully through the building but it is not felt, similiar to flying in a plane; the walls consist of mirrors, making it feel somewhat like a cubicle, until a ding is heard)
Tuxedo-Clad Butler: (has been standing coldly beside the door watching him, cooly pushes a button on the keyboard as the elevator rotates open, Mycroft now finds himself in a hardwood hallway lined with heavy wooden doors with names on them, usually with a title) Follow me (avoids the "sir", glides silently down the hall, followed by a waddling Mycroft, until arriving at the end of the hallway, there is a door that reads Sir Regis Mansbridge) This is the head of the Diognes Club- your heir. (smiles smugly) We'll see what he has to say about this ludicrucy. (raps white-gloved knuckles on the door)
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