The Solar Lounge
This is the main room of the suite and the place I spend most of my time when in residence. You will notice the huge window which gives me a panoramic view of much of the city, I love to sit here at night and watch the lights. You will also notice that the windows are heavily tinted to filter out any harmful effects that would be caused by the suns rays, not really to my person but to the works of art that that hang on these walls...This also affords me the privacy I desire and bestows a charming early evening hue over everything, even at midday.
I do have several friends in the city, not all of them vampire I might add, who gather occasionally in this room to take pleasure in each others company. These little soirees are pearls on the otherwise tawdry necklace of life. I enjoy them so very much. If Vladimir A. is in town he will play for me the most marvellous piano pieces. I love the music of Erik Satie. Ah....poor Erik, perhaps one ofthe few really 'objective' composers of our time. I was fortunate enough to know him in Paris, before he started to consume more than a bottle of brandy each evening. Mind you, I must say that I never saw him falter through intoxication. What self possession and control! This is reflected in his music, which the average fool considers too simple to be worthy of any great merit but which speaks of selection and precision of a high spiritual order. It is ironic indeed that Satie himself insisted his music was merely incidental. Alas Vladimir doesn't visit me often enough, he is usually on tour somewhere.
Happily Alex G. the novelist and poet lives only a few streets away, at least I think he does, he seems to spend more time at my place than his own. He is always welcome of course, who would not be charmed by his elegant word play and wit? He often brings an interesting retinue from the West End theatres which fills the room with noise and colour, while emptying it of anything that resembles alcohol.
I met Amarantha during one of these theatre nights. Not an actress but a fashion designer who always makes time to visit me when in London.The sweet thing personally designs all my clothes and fabricates them at her New York studio. She has woven a magic spell over my affection. I'm sure you will have seen her 'keki-keki' label on the casual wear of the rich and famous.

The pride of place on the main wall is a painting by 'Jacko' as he is known to his friends. His real name is an art brand label these days. I so admire his work and this particular piece most of all. I suppose that is why he reluctantly gave it to me. Mind you I have given him a small fortune since, to support him through several court cases. This painting is from the ' Map' series and measures 5 foot by 15 foot....
I don't see enough of 'Jacko' perhaps I should let him go to jail, at least then I would know where he is. 
Speaking of jail.....'The DarkAngel', at least that is what she is called by her fans. Her real name is Lily and I must not forget to mention her. She will drop by to see me when she's not out gigging with her band and destroying hotels. She comes to sing for me and destroys my home instead! Once she ran one of my guests through with a steak knife......This would have cast quite a damper on most parties..but for us it was an impromptu buffet.
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In the lounge is a very special set of leather armchairs and couches. I purchased them from a dealer who assured me they were once the personal possession of Adolf Hitler. I don't know what kind of leather they are made from but they are exceptionally soft and comfortable.
The walls are black, which works because the room is so large and rows of green shaded saloon lights pick out the paintings hung there.

There is a cocktail server, which I find is most popular, and a system for playing recorded music. A Breckner grand piano lurks like a car in one of the corners. 
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