Their was a chandelier dripping with crystals. And walls with those plaster formed square frame thingies that served as place holders for paintings. And red carpet all up the stairs made of dark polished wood. And those weird little side-tables whose sole purpose is to hold rich-ass vases all full of fresh flowers--frick, look at all those candles lighting up this place. It was a pain enough for me to light the candles back home, how do they light so many candles, and all up way stupid high on that massive chandelier? And was that--it was, that was a butler coming at me. Grey haired and everything, he even had the monocle and--and--
"May I take your coat, milady?"