Virginia's Private Quarters
Sept 6, 2006 20:58:22 GMT -5
Post by Miss Sinclaire on Sept 6, 2006 20:58:22 GMT -5
*Virginia entered the suite allotted to her by the generous Managers. She had requested that her rooms be as small and sparse as possible, so as to befit her chaste lifestyle and to keep her from indulging in wordly pleasures.*
They must not have gotten my letter... *she thought with a frown as she gazed in wonderment and slight distaste at the opulent surroundings. A private bathroom with dressing-room attatched--all fitted out with polished rosewood, inlaid with ivory and ebony in swirling patterns, a gleaming white porcelain bath, basin and pitcher, all painted with forget-me-nots and edged in gold, on a wrought-iron toilet-stand. Stacks of fluffy white towelling and a container of rose-scented soap lay on a low bench beside a glowing little stove which kept the room warm and would heat the water for her bathing.
Virginia shut the door to the bathroom and turned back to inspect the boudoir, or sitting room, and the bed-chamber beyond. Both rooms seemed rather immense--plush crimson Persian rugs lay on the shining hardwood floors, and comfortable and pretty sofas, ottomans, and chairs covered in blood-red silks with matching gold-tassled cushions were lit by pretty rose-coloured glass lamps on the side-tabes of intricately carved wood and cut glass inlays.
The bed-chamber contained a dressing-table and mirror, covered with all manner of cosmetics and mysterious creams in beautiful ivory pots with soft cloths and brushes for application.
The gigantic four-poster bed--carved and deeply glossily polished rosewood--had a white lace and gauze canopy and curtains, and a snow-white coverlet and pillows, edged in more lace and embroidered with red rosebuds. A crimson silk sash tied back the curtains, and Virginia took all this in with wide eyes.*
"'Tis too much..." *she murmured as she began to unpack with the help of one of the Opera maids, putting her few gowns away in the rosewood beureau. She placed her worn Bible on the bedside table beside the tall white wax candle in the cut-glass candlestick, and hung her simple wooden crucifix on the wall above it. A framed picture of the Virgin Mary stood beside the candle, and her moving-in was complete.*
They must not have gotten my letter... *she thought with a frown as she gazed in wonderment and slight distaste at the opulent surroundings. A private bathroom with dressing-room attatched--all fitted out with polished rosewood, inlaid with ivory and ebony in swirling patterns, a gleaming white porcelain bath, basin and pitcher, all painted with forget-me-nots and edged in gold, on a wrought-iron toilet-stand. Stacks of fluffy white towelling and a container of rose-scented soap lay on a low bench beside a glowing little stove which kept the room warm and would heat the water for her bathing.
Virginia shut the door to the bathroom and turned back to inspect the boudoir, or sitting room, and the bed-chamber beyond. Both rooms seemed rather immense--plush crimson Persian rugs lay on the shining hardwood floors, and comfortable and pretty sofas, ottomans, and chairs covered in blood-red silks with matching gold-tassled cushions were lit by pretty rose-coloured glass lamps on the side-tabes of intricately carved wood and cut glass inlays.
The bed-chamber contained a dressing-table and mirror, covered with all manner of cosmetics and mysterious creams in beautiful ivory pots with soft cloths and brushes for application.
The gigantic four-poster bed--carved and deeply glossily polished rosewood--had a white lace and gauze canopy and curtains, and a snow-white coverlet and pillows, edged in more lace and embroidered with red rosebuds. A crimson silk sash tied back the curtains, and Virginia took all this in with wide eyes.*
"'Tis too much..." *she murmured as she began to unpack with the help of one of the Opera maids, putting her few gowns away in the rosewood beureau. She placed her worn Bible on the bedside table beside the tall white wax candle in the cut-glass candlestick, and hung her simple wooden crucifix on the wall above it. A framed picture of the Virgin Mary stood beside the candle, and her moving-in was complete.*