C42 Super Vip

"We've arrived—this is the place!" Marlon announced as he pushed open a door, his laugh tinged with malice. He then gave Westley a forceful shove in the back.

Westley feigned a loss of balance and stumbled forward, tumbling to the ground with practiced ease. As he lay there, he took the opportunity to scan the room.

It was sparsely furnished, with just a table, a chair