She searches for furniture along the wall.

Jen strutted along the wall, only keeping her fingers on it to have a better idea on her position in space. Her heels' clicking echoed around the whole area. Strangely, her face and shoulders kept getting hit by small rings that were, apparently, haging from the ceiling, but she did not pay them much attention.

Then the wall suddenly ended. There was a set of blinds with something behind them. Jen brushed her hand along them, and quiet sounds of violin and flute filled the room on the other side.

"That's, like, Victorian-era palace music. At least that's the first impression."

{if Insanity > 19}"The fashion was much more gorgeous back then."{endif}