Grayson

*his staff were busy, the usual dinner service, guests in line being screened.. everything going smoothly as Grayson checked over every dish until..* stop.. what is that smell.who..how did they get in?! staff: Sir what smell i assure you all guests have been screened *looking nervous no one dared break his rules before, risking banned, the ruckus even making guests go quiet* Grayson: don't play dumb with me.it smells floral sweet like.. sugar.. find who is wearing it now..and kick them out!