"Why on Earth are you here Don Paolo?" questioned Luke. "Did I not just say, I'm here to play with your dick!" Don Paolo fiercely responded. "Christ Almighty, is everybody in this story a paedophile!" Luke exclaimed. Luke barely had time to vent his frustrations at Don Paolo before he whisked them away in his white van. While sitting in the back of the van, Luke pondered what had happened to Layton. He hadn't troubled them in a while, and Layton has taken many a kick to the balls and not been phased. Either Luke was the strongest man in existence, or something gravely wrong had happened.
When Luke and Flora stepped out of the van, they were greeted with quite a pleasant sight. Don Paolo lived in a huge mansion, bursting with lush greens and beautiful poppies and marigolds. Moss was growing over the sides of the mansion, and the sun gleamed off the dew coated grass which had been freshly cut. Luke could internally monologue for ages about this place, but his purple prose was cut short when Don Paolo grabbed his hand and dragged him into the mansion. "Come here, boy. That Layton fool probably treated you real bad when you were under his care. Well, I promise you that under my wing, you will be treated like a king!" exclaimed Don Paolo in the hammiest way possible. Luke was surprised at this act of kindness from Don Paolo, considering the rough treatment they had received earlier. It was quite a nice change of pace, Luke thought.
The inside of the mansion was even more lavish than the outside, and possibly more lavish than even Layton's gentlemanly room. There were dozens of rooms in this mansion, even more than in Layton's quite expensive house. In fact, Don Paolo's house, and in fact Don Paolo himself, were both far more exquisite than Layton. Previously, Luke had though that Layton was the peak of gentlemanliness, but now he wasn't so certain. When they reached the bedrooms, Luke was astounded at the intricate interior decoration displayed. The room had been carved out of wood and featured some very classy furniture. "This will be your room" said Don Paolo. "Seriously! This place is about ten times bigger than where I'm used to!" Luke exclaimed, happier now than he had been for the last hour. "Well, it's all yours boy, so go wild while I show Flora her room". Luke bounced away on the bed for ages, time just melted away when he was in this place. Not once did Luke feel the longing to return back to Layton's abode.
About a half an hour later, Luke was getting worried. Flora had been gone for so long now, and with Don Paolo, who, let's not forget, is a paedophile. Luke decided to go searching for her. He tried the door. "Locked!" he angrily thought to himself. Now Luke was very worried. What on Earth could Don Paolo be doing to Flora that would warrant locking him away? Luke didn't want to wait to figure out, and so he grabbed the nearby samurai swords that was placed on the wall for decoration, and slashed away the finely carved wood doors.