OOM: A Little Less Conversation...
Jun. 17th, 2010 11:11 amThe rooms that Zak is assigned and led to, are light and airy, with the paper screens and wooden roof beams that seem to be common to this house. There is a raised dais by the wall, with what look to be sleeping mats, soft thick cushions and coverlets, with four posts. It is hung with gauzy, light fabrics. By the dais is a low table with a pitcher of wine, and porcelain cups. There is a change of clothing laid out for the drow, by the screen doors that probably lead to the bath.
There are four cushions, embroidered and tasseled, with arm-rests, set around an intricately inlaid table, and soft floor-mats underfoot. One of the screen doors is already open, showing off the proximity to the lovely, fragrant gardens. It in essence, seems to be a less ornate, less imposing set of rooms than the one he has just left, the one belonging to the Lady of the House.
There is faint music coming from the room, even as one of the maids open the sliding door to the rooms' new owner, and another prepares the small braziers in which a ball of incense is laid, to smolder away for the day and night, releasing its subtly sweet scent over time.
There is a pair of minstrels inside, lovely and graceful, clothes brightly colored and in invitingly disheveled clothing. One plays the gikoto and the other plays the flute. It is very soothing, save for the undercurrent of sensuality.
Some pretty slave girls are kneeling, glancing up at the guest. They have been assigned to tend to the Lord's... comforts.
There are four cushions, embroidered and tasseled, with arm-rests, set around an intricately inlaid table, and soft floor-mats underfoot. One of the screen doors is already open, showing off the proximity to the lovely, fragrant gardens. It in essence, seems to be a less ornate, less imposing set of rooms than the one he has just left, the one belonging to the Lady of the House.
There is faint music coming from the room, even as one of the maids open the sliding door to the rooms' new owner, and another prepares the small braziers in which a ball of incense is laid, to smolder away for the day and night, releasing its subtly sweet scent over time.
There is a pair of minstrels inside, lovely and graceful, clothes brightly colored and in invitingly disheveled clothing. One plays the gikoto and the other plays the flute. It is very soothing, save for the undercurrent of sensuality.
Some pretty slave girls are kneeling, glancing up at the guest. They have been assigned to tend to the Lord's... comforts.