My first impression is one of brightness; not overwhelming, not completely bright white, more … off white. There is a faint scent of burnt verdigris, a reminder of my time on the white bright beaches of Labrador Sands and the glorious evenings spent by a crackling campfire.
The room is furnished in soft maplewood, a large wooden rectangle fastened to the ceiling from which a mirror is suspended. Each corner of the rectangle hangs a thick piece of cord. Under the wooden rectangle there is an assortment of string fastenings.
The fastenings are draped across an enormous four poster bed with an old white mattress, no sheets but a simple hardwick white bedspread, thick as canvas. A variety of cuffs and chains hang from the canopy, some encased in sable; strong but soft.
In the corner, a large, Dutch white chesterfield faces the bed under a large ecru canopy, shaded…
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