Left

Stepping back into view of the distant fireplace, watching coldly from the living room, you turn, and pass into the left passage. On your immediate right, seems to be a linen cupboard and the light switches for this passage, nice and domestic. The first left door you test seems to be a barely-furnished bedroom. Uninteresting. Turning to the next door on your left, your footsteps passing deeper into the plush fabric underfoot, you find the room within to be utterly empty. It's floor fabric, it's walls elegantly panelled, and the lights seemed to be holstered upon the walls in old-fashioned lamps. All very.. strange... you gently close the door...

The final large white door at the end of the passage stands tall and high, and pushing it open, you come into a luxurious master bedroom with attached ensuite. Turning on the lights, you find the floor to be a soft, gentle dark green fabric, numerous elegant dark wooden cabinets, dressers, plush stools and chests. Large curtained windows line one wall, and you take note of the abundance of mirrors, standing over the dressers, the cabinets, even on the back of the door that you slowly open until it presses against the wall. Dominating the centre of the room, however, is the massive king-sized canopy bed, shrouded in veil, obscured, hidden. But even from here, you can see it, the glint of metal loop, reflecting just ever so slightly amongst the fabric and wood. Your eyes turn to the chests, to the cabinets, curiosity enflamed. You have reason to look around, you grant yourself.