Tom's den of debauchery

The three of you arrive at Tom's place without incident. You wouldn't call it a mansion, but it is a rather large, isolated house on the outskirts of town. It's an old, spooky Victorian era spread, complete with a black wrought iron fence and gate. The gate swings open as Tom activates his remote hanging on the visor. What's even more remarkable than that are the two Mandarin Lion statues that stand guard over the entrance. For some reason it reminds you of a place where you might find someone like Emilie Autumn living in Victoriandustrial bliss. As the car passes through the arched, wrought iron gates, they slowly close noiselessly behind you with a click of finality. Suddenly it seems as if every light on the estate turns on, illuminating the old house's Gothic spires, and the surrounding hedges. The whole picture has you breathless as you've never seen a place like this in such good upkeep. You've always had a keen interest in the Goth/Victorian era, and you even went through your own Goth phase when you were younger.

"So, what do you think of my place so far?" Tom asks, noticing the look on your face.

"I love it!" you exclaim. "I've always dreamed about living in a place like this!"

"It's very beautiful, Tom" Greg pipes in, probably trying to score brownie points. "I feel like I've just stepped out of a time machine."

"Thank you both for the lovely compliments. I've actually worked very hard to restore it" Tom says with pride. "If you think the outside is something,wait until you see the inside." He pulls the car up to the front door, and shuts it off. "Time for that nightcap" he smiles at you, knowingly.

You all get out of the car, and follow Tom up the cobblestone path to the front door where you are greeted by two large brass gargoyle door knockers that hang there on the arched, double doors. They stare back at you, menacingly as if daring you to enter into their domain. Tom turns to look at you. "So you love Victorian era architecture? I hope you love Victorian era furnishings just as much."

There's a broad smile on your face that says it all. "What would a Victorian era house be without furnishings from the same era? I can't wait to see them!"

"Then get ready to really step back in time!" he says as he turns the large lock with a rather brass key, and opens the door. "Feast your eyes on this!" He throws the light switch, and everything magically transforms into another place, another time, or so it would seem. The overstuffed velvet furnishing, the walls, even the carpet all look original and pristine.

"It's amazing!" you exclaim.

"This is just the parlor" Tom smiles proudly. "Why don't you two have a seat, and I'll be back with our nightcaps?" He walks away into another room, probably to mix up Greg's special drink while out of sight. If you're going to clue Greg in to what is about to happen, now is your chance, but you better do it quickly.