At the end of the hallway, an ornate, carved table sits without chairs or cloth. The heavy legs have human forms entwined with each other, in violence or rapture, sincerity and cruelty. Every range of expression seems to exist here... but for some reason, all of it seems... dark.
The top of the table itself is finished with a rich black lacquer and etched with silver designs, these more whimsical and impressionist.
Sitting in the very center is a glass box with a black velvet cushion sitting at the base. On top of it rests a simple metal pattern. A little dizzying... it seems a knot of male and female symbols, in every possible combination of penetration with each other.]