Devrim took his time in the shower, letting the water run along his form. Dripping onto the floor as his body was covered. Once he was soaked enough, he applied some product into his hair and massaged it in before washing it out, the bubbles swirling into the drain with the water. Then came the body wash. He lathered it across his skin until he was decently coated with it and once it had run its course, he washed that too. Turning off the steaming shower, he opened the door and walked to the mirror, where he watched himself and began to dry himself. Glancing at the scars along his body. Bullet wounds, knife slashes, burns and other scrapes. Devrim had led quite the adventurous life since he was young. Getting into the business at a rather young age when his father first passed and growing since then. He had just begun making a name for himself and getting recognized in certain circles.<br/><br/>Once the damp skin and hair were dry, he slipped into some boxer briefs and wrapped the towel around himself. Normally he wouldn't mind just walking to his room naked, but there was a lady in the house. He had to show at least some decency. He gave a quick knock at the bedroom door and announced he was going to open the door if she was ready. Slowly creaking the door open he saw she had all of her make-up around her and she had basically been finished applying it. She seemed rushed and grabbed her dress before mumbling about getting dressed in the bathroom. He nodded as she left and the door closed. He looked to himself in the mirror and saw a smile slapped onto his face. He set the towel onto the bed and walked over the the suit hanging on a hook in the wall. He began to get ready, slipping into each piece of clothing making sure it fit right. He looked at himself in the mirror once he was done, and heard the door open. He turned to see a dressed and ready to go Isabelle. The make up highlighting her features. He glanced at her lips and into her eyes. He found his eyes traveling down to her dress and taking in the lace and cloth that held it together. It was a nice dress, and it looked even better on her. Following the curvature of her hips and legs, he came down to her heels, which had brought her height up a bit. The red standing out and matching the lipstick she wore. It was a perfect outfit. He gave her a smile.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"> "You look great."</span>He said to her. Devrim himself was wearing a slim black suit and pants with a black tie and white shirt inside. His cufflinks gold and matching the gold H of his Hermes belt. He had done his hair slicked back. A gold watch adorned his left wrist. His outfit was completed by the black leather shoes he wore.<br/><br/>Devrim presented to her his outfit, as if looking for an opinion. He then walked over to her. As he was walking, he felt his foot knock into some make up that he had forgotten was on the floor. He made sure not to step on it, and knelt down. Quickly gathering the make up together and setting it on the bedside table or the bed. Wherever he could set everything. He then turned back to her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Well, shall we be on our way then?"</span>And with that, made his way with her to the garage. As they walked into the garage Devrim opened a small safe box on the wall. He entered in a quick 8 digit pin before it clicked and revealed the keys to the cars. The box was heavily reinforced and impervious to almost any damage. He pulled out the key to the Lamborghini. He pointed to the car they were in earlier and opened to the door for her. Once she was comfortably inside, he sat back into the driver seat. The drive to the hall where the party was taking place, Devrim explained that there would be many big crime families present. Some she might've heard of, and others that fly under the radar. Of course, blatantly walking up and asking someone what their crime family was wasn't allowed. There were a few people there that weren't part of the families, and nobody wanted to explain why someone was shot at a peaceful dinner. He gave her a few names to stay away from.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"If you can, try not to leave my side. It's safer that way."</span>As the drive continued and silence seemed to ensue, Devrim broke it once more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"So what do you think of the Warehouse? Like the people? Hope they're treating you well."</span>Devrim would occasionally glance as she spoke, but kept his focus on the road before him.<br/><br/>Arriving to the hall, it was in a large and lavish mansion. Cars were pulling up, almost all of them as nice as Devrim's. Some were even better. Devrim parked the car and got out, while a valet walked over and opened the door for Isabelle. Once Isabelle was out, the valet shut the door of the car and walked over to Devrim. Devrim handed him he key and said his name before walking inside. He offered Isabelle his arm and when she took it, he proceeded to walk with her inside. Getting past the main reception area and into the ballroom, there was a large room with a pearly white marble floor and gold trimmings. The drapes over the large ceiling to floor windows which showed the courtyards were white with gold trimming as well. The chandelier in the middle of the room was large and made of what seemed to be diamonds, the light shimmering off of it was almost mesmerizing.  Devrim looked over to Isabelle to see her reaction, then glanced around the room. He recognized some of the faces, and could see they recognized him as well. Tonight would be an interesting night.