[There's a distinct decadence to the room around Reid that was highly popular and sought after in the 19th Century. From the ornate wallpapered walls of swirling gold and red pattern, the fine dark wood trims at half-wall, polished floor boards and plush carpets alike to ornate pieces of furniture in almost every corner, the room reeks of expense. Can't be any other way in the Kamelot Estate, of course.
Not that the room hasn't had it's downgrading; ash trays with scattered butts and bottles of liquors sit on clean surfaces, spread out like the white button down shirts over the long chair. All at the hand of one Tyki Mikk, who believe it or not is shirtless and face down on the bed in the middle of scrambled sheets.]