Master Bedroom:
Opening the heavy oak double doors, that creaks only just slightly, you step into a dark, shadowed void. You stare into the thick darkness, a chill crawling up your spine making you wish for the ever so comfortable arms of your mother. You hear a soft click behind you and you spin around, seeing the shut door that obviously entraps you in this delicious room. Slowly, the room becomes illuminated by the crimson flames within the black marble and gold veined fireplace. Candelabras of black iron are scattered about the room, helping to shed light in this shadowed room, and giving access to look around, making you come to the conclusion that this is the master bedroom. The four-poster bed, of nearly black wood is elegantly craved, the posters themselves in a spiral pattern that reaches up to the ceiling only to be engulfed in crimson drapes that form a half canopy over the bed. The bedding is a chilling ebony velvet with pillows of satin, carefully and beautifully tailored, scattered across the comforter that are a screaming, vibrant red. Peering around some more you notice the dresser of the same odd wood with old brass handles adorning the drawers. Paintings dress the walls, showing various portraits adding more color to this crimson and black room. A light breeze caresses your skin and you look over to see two french doors open to a balcony, sheer black and red curtains streaming in the breeze, beckoning you to their soft touch.



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