"To be honest, dear lady, I did
not know that. But your secret is safe with me," says
The Philanthropist before taking a sip of tea. "The fabric composing your blindfold as well as my own mask was created by one of my old tutors, the Professor of Perception, Doctor Oculus. Good man -- brilliant, if somewhat paranoid. Nothing yet known can glimpse beyond this wonderous fabric, though the Doctor's various idiosyncrasies leave him spending all his time putting it to any test he can imagine for fear of finding a flaw."
The Philanthrosine comes to a stop, having reached its destination. Of course, the ride is so smooth -- despite its incredible speed -- that the passengers are likely unaware until the trip has ended until the door pops itself open once more.
"Welcome to my home. I hope you don't find me rude in asking that you be careful removing the blindfold. It was a gift, after all."
Once the passengers exit the vehicle, they find themselves standing in darkness as the car slides away. Stepping beyond a curtain, a lavish, high-ceilinged room is revealed, adorned with plush couches and chairs, ornately carved end-tables, towering bookcases and a grand fireplace, which casts a flickering light and comforting warmth on the whole scene.
"Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm afraid I must away to finish the dinner preparations. Do excuse me." With a swift bow,
The Philanthropist vanishes behind the entrance curtain.
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