Upon entering the manor's main gate, the first thing Lena saw was a variety of precious flowers, along with groups of men and women dressed in formal suits and evening gowns.
The men were generally older. Even the youngest were in their early forties, while most were elderly men in their fifties, sixties, or older.
Like medieval nobles, they gathered in groups of two or three to discuss something. At times they laughed heartily; at others, they frowned deeply, their expressions both serious and solemn.
In comparison, the women were all generally under thirty. Each was dressed to the nines, looking like decorations specially hired to liven up the atmosphere.
As for the topics the men discussed, not only were they unable to participate, they would be politely ushered away by the staff if they even got close.
Some of them had played minor roles in film and television productions, while others were moderately famous runway models.
Without exception, these women were beautiful and kept their bodies in excellent shape—curvy where they should be curvy, with not an ounce of excess fat where they should not.
There was also something strange: not a single Black person or person of asian descent could be found anywhere in the manor.
Even Latin Americans were pitifully few, with only two or three models possessing wheat-colored skin.
As for their purpose, of course it was to satisfy the vanity and physical desires of these ruling-class men.
Without a doubt, this was the true state of the United States' uppermost social class.
Outside, movements for women's rights, Black Lives Matter, and special gender identities were surging day after day, even inevitably affecting schools and the education system.
But in reality, the true ruling class still maintained the white-supremacist, male-supremacist ways of the eighteenth and nineteenth