hot_water | OOM: Home Away From Home

Tahno's rooms are gigantic. They're more a collection of suites, an apartment decked out in deep purple and black, with white and silver accents. He selected dark wood furniture with clean lines, with no slats or wicker to catch on clothes or skin.

Tahno glances over his common room, a short trip down the hallway which leads to the bar proper. The room is soft, sensual, with tasteful artwork and low lighting. His own bar stretches across one half of it, stocked with liquors and wines that came highly recommended. A fountain burbles on the bar, and plants hang from the ceiling.

Something's wrong, he thinks, wrinkling his nose at the white couches which look inviting on every day but this. He leaves the room, hitting the bathroom next.

The color scheme carries through to here, with a gigantic, black clawfoot tub with filigree etched into the side. One whole wall is mirrors, and the other has plants and flowers. The fourth wall is taken up by a glass shower big enough to hold five, with a rain showerhead and a seat.

Still, he's unsatisfied. The spare guestroom, kitchenette, and dining room get a brief walkthrough, too. Red, comfortable chairs intimately circle a table, and the kitchenette has all of the modern conveniences he could think of from the 20s. They're the least interesting rooms of the apartment, as he spends little time there.

Tahno stretches, and glances towards his private pool, behind a sliding glass door flanked by purple curtains. Even that is unappealing to him tonight. Once he reaches the bedroom, however, everything changes.

Ah, he thinks, shoulders relaxing. Here's where I need to be. He turns his modern, stone fireplace on with a flick of a switch, and curls his toes in the soft, white rug. He strips, and dons a silk robe from the dresser, leaning forward to smell the panda lilies resting in a vase there. He runs his fingers across the handle of the armoire which holds his toys, pulling away with a smile.

The vanity sits near the dresser opposite the bed, with a sumptuous chair, but Tahno doesn't sit in it. Instead, the boy lights a scented candle--sandalwood this time--and then sashays over to his sumptuous, four-poster bed, flopping onto his belly. He curls around a black pillow, glancing out the window to the starry night, and wondering about the people he has met at the bar.

He thinks about Dorian, and Eric, and Moist. And then Jay--that kinky boy, Jay. He rolls his ankles, stretching, and wonders how Emcee is doing. The boy will have to go after Sherral again, to see if he can get him to bend. Mako gets a pass, the barest flicker of thought. But he lingers on Oswin, the most recent visitor to his rooms, and that sassy smirk of hers. He props himself up on his elbows and wonders if a woman's touch would make living here more comfortable. He wonders how often he can entice them all back to his bed.

Thinking on his recent conquests, he reckons that as far as bars go, it's not a half-bad place to be.