The party is in full swing and the diamonds on my neck glisten in the light as a sultry woman begins to sing. Glamorous girls are dressed to the nines and the grand chandelier shines whilst bodies dance and fall into a trance. Everybody is making a show of their wealth, indulging in champagne and saying to hell with good health. The clothes are expensive and people stay close to their partners because they are defensive. It simply would not do to have somebody of a higher echelon steal your lover from you. This party is no more than a power trip to help the rich keep their elite status safe within their grip.