For Sinric
[OOC: From here.]
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.
He leads Sinric through the common room with its own bar to the bedroom with a stone, gas-operated fireplace and a sumptuous bed wreathed in black silk. "Make yerself comfortable," Tahno drawls, letting go of Sinric's hand.
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.
He leads Sinric through the common room with its own bar to the bedroom with a stone, gas-operated fireplace and a sumptuous bed wreathed in black silk. "Make yerself comfortable," Tahno drawls, letting go of Sinric's hand.

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He doesn't know why he suddenly feels he should go.
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{ooc: thank you!}
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[OOC: No, thank you! That was lovely.]