After everyone had gathered around the table in VG's room, which was surprisingly roomy, the briefing began. There was one empty chair around the table; Tishar was supposed to be there, but he had been to busy with a date or some such thing. He said he needed privacy or something, VG hadn't really been listening. Charade was looking around, interested in the walls. They were different than the ones she had painted with her voice. Now they were striped with deep red hues and slightly lighter crimson. The floor was black, complimenting the red-burgundy ceiling. All the light in the room came from candles burning on the table and around the bed, creating a heady scent of vanilla in the room. The bed too was new, and following the theme, it had deep red satin sheets and pillows with a plush black comforter over the top. The entire room had a romantic and sexy atmosphere that evoked feelings of love and classy amour.
Authenti stared, her mouth agape, at the epitomic example of interior design before her. "Jesus VG, what the hell are you planning on doing here?"
VG looked at her expectantly, "What is the first thing you would do if you had the chance to meet yourself? A younger, more naive version of yourself, as it happens."