<div align="center"><em><strong>Ayden<br/>Dining Room<br/>Just Arrived</strong></em></div><br/>The jet, limo and secrecy spoke to Ayden of two things, money and obsession.  The question in his mind was whether the money was obsesses with the ‘experiment’ part of this contest, or making it into a reality TV show goldmine, the kind where half of them would end up looking like fools and the other half would become instant celebrities by saying and doing outrageous things.<br/><br/>He shrugged the thoughts off, including the thought that something darker might be at work here, and just reminded himself that he intended to be himself.  Yes, he would be watching the others and they and who know who else might be watching all of them, but immersing himself fully into the scene and concept was what he promised himself he would do.  Do that and let the chips fall where they may, in any case it would be an experience worth remembering, he hoped.<br/><br/>Ayden shook the butler’s hand before handing over his bags, not having cash to tip him and somehow feeling that he wasn’t supposed to, but the fellow was decent and deserved at least a handshake for the job he was doing.<br/><br/>Dressed in slightly worn and comfortable brown casual shoes, khaki pants and a white polo with thin burgundy trim on the sleeves and collar, the muscular, but not bulky Ayden looked a bit preppy at first, but up close his clothing was far from high end designer or expensive clothing, more like off the rack or shelf at Sears or another moderately priced retailer.<br/><br/>Clean cut, dirty blond hair that was well groomed, but with a mind all its own nonetheless, he walked in just after Luka, with a good natured smile and calm, easy grey eyes that scanned the room, catching the significant contrasts between the two sexy redheads, the quiet and very pretty blonde and the two men who looked significantly different from himself.  It seemed like someone had done their homework to produce a diverse and varied group.<br/><br/><strong>“Hello all,”</strong>Ayden announced easily, an unassuming way about him, a bit of a faded Midwestern twang barely there in his voice as he offered his hand to the closest man,<br/><br/><strong>“Luka, good to meet you, I’m Ayden Stiles.”</strong><br/><br/>He nodded to the stacked and fashionable redhead whose name he caught as well,<br/><br/><strong>“Same to you Sharon, same to all of you.  Looks like I have evened the odds a bit for the moment.”</strong><br/><br/>It was a mild ice-breaker, noting that his presence made the number of men and women even for now.<br/><br/>He walked over after greeting Luka and chose an empty chair near the blonde, read the instructions quickly enough and smiled warmly at her, allowing her and the rest to introduce themselves, rather than force the issue.