A gorgeous chandelier hung from the tall ceiling of the ballroom. The whole room was an embodiment of luxury. It was tiled with expensive marble floors with tall mirrors surrounding the room with rich red walls showing in between. A great glass window took up most of the far-side wall and the entire room was packed with the rich and famous. An aura of decadence resonated from every fibre of the place.

Angels stood enraptured by the splendorous scene before her, until a soft voice brought her out of her reverie. She turned realising that the man who had brought her up here had disappeared. Instead she faced another, equally handsome man, with a soft face like that of an angel, framed befittingly with a halo of curly blond locks. He reminded her of a young cherub, as depicted in many pieces of art in Europe. Speaking of art, this was Ota Kisaki- the world famous artist and model. As she took him in with delight, for he was one of her favourites artists, she realised in dismay that he had asked her a question.

"Hey do you have any champagne?" He asked politely.

"Oh I-I'm sorry! I'll go get your champagne right away." Angel scanned the room desperately, looking for a bottle of champagne.

She was very confused- all she was supposed to do was put out gift boxes, how on earth did she end up here, amidst the gentry, serving champagne to Ota Kisaki of all people!

As the sight of any such bottles eluded her, Ota asked with a small chuckle, "Are you sure you work here? You're looking all around like Alice when she stumbled upon the Mad Hatter's Party."

"Excuse me?" Angel asked in slight disbelief.

The western comparison sounded rather peculiar in Japanese and it was a rather strange way of describing her confusion. Almost as if it was a strange code only he understood. "Huh," she thought, "Must be an artist thing."

"Never mind," Ota said "Hey, I see some champagne on that table there. Hope you get back home safely. Alice." He disappeared with a grin.

"Okay then..." Angel thought, shaking her head at the strange turn of events. As she turned around to get back to her work, she found her path blocked by a short stocky man with a lecherous grin on his face. He grabbed her hand and grinned sleazily at her.

"Mmm, I love girls like you," he murmured, as she leaned away from his rancid breath. "You wanna come with me to give me some special room service? I'll make sure to tip you well for the extra work."

Angel regarded him in disgust as she stated coldly, but politely, "I'm sorry sir, but we don't offer that kind of service here." She yanked her hand back from his clammy, sweaty grip, only to find him slipping his hand around her waist.

She was seriously beginning to consider breaking his nose, regardless of the consequences, when a voice came from behind her.

"This party suddenly got really trashy."

Angel whirled around to see the man from earlier- the "King"- standing there, glaring at the sleazy man.

"You again," he stated coldly, "You're in my way move."

The sleazebag all but grovels in front of him. "I-I'm sorry Mr Ichinomiya sir, pardon me."

"Wait, what? Ichinomiya- as in owner of the Ichinomiya Group who own the hotel and runs the black market?" Angel wanted to slap herself, how could she have been so stupid. She should have read the brief more carefully- this man must be Eisuke Ichinomiya. But, she didn't expect him to be so young…

As Eisuke pushed past her she automatically stepped back to make way for the intimidating figure, but her mind was running fast as she considered how to penetrate the organization and extract info on the illegal auctions. As he disappeared into the crowd she began to follow him, hoping to find out more about this powerful figure and his illicit deeds.