A Vogue bag lays stacked neatly by the bed, standing out against the pristine preserved DVD, camera, jewellery, and console boxes. The floor is a fur, possibly leopard, although it could be grisly bear imported. Nobody really cares, as they're staring at the lush, bright velvet red bed, some twisted amalgamation of new-age style and royal substance.
Two hat stands guard the entrance, resembling a wasp's nest with the amount of hats covering them. Dust is absent from the bedroom, as well as any sense of warmth. Even the velvet is tightly tucked, angered creases forming on the undersides of the bed mattress. The light, flourescent and five bulbed, blazes, burning out any secrets. It's all there in front of you.
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