Eriam's Room

Eriam picked a room on the upper floor that had a balcony over the sprawling backyard behind the house that led up to the surrounding woods. One full wall of the room was glass, looking out over the balcony.

Near the corner of the opposite wall, a door led to the hallway, and next to the door, centered facing the glass wall, a massive bed sat, piled with an assortment of differently weighted/fabric sheets and blankets.

In the middle of the room, between the bed and the window was a seating area of a massive sofa, giant pillows, and a standing hammock, each with it's own side table.

Another wall was made totally of mirrored sliding doors, when opened, revealed a massive and well-stocked walk-in closet. At the front of the closet, built into the wall, there is an equally well-stocked wet bar. An archway was reflected in the mirrors with a glass shower centered in it.

When you walk into the bathroom, a massive tile and glass is directly in front of you. To your right, a massive clawfoot tub sits in front of a floor to ceiling window and a double sink and vanity, and to your left was a privacy wall, around which there was the toilet and another small sink.

The entire room has a very natural feeling, with pale ivory walls, and pops of vibrant blues, deep browns, searing bright reds, somber oranges, and shades of yellow all around.

Eriam checked over everything in her room, being sure that things are put away correctly, and that all of the bottles are full.

She pours herself a shot, and eyes herself in the mirror. She picks off an imperceptible piece of dust and adjusts her dress.

"Hrm. That'll do for..." she racks her mind trying to think of who else her agent said was here with her ".....whoever."

She looks at the shot and tosses it back, already regretting the idea of living in a house with multiple strangers for weeks on end. Her agent had pleaded, begged, and finally sworn at her, shoving the pile of shitty scripts off her desk at their last meeting.

"This is the best option you've gotten in MONTHS, Eriam!! The fans were FURIOUS about how Cerwai died, and when it came out that it was your idea....." Michelle taps a sharp nail on her desk to emphasize her following words "...you. owe. the. public. embarrassment. if. you. want. to. rise. from. this!"

As she remembers how her heart dropped at the accuracy of this, she plasters a smile on her face, steps into the hallway, and locks her door, headed for the main section of the house.