Macey
A sharp scent of incense welcomes you to the main lounge, embosoming one in opulent fumes that caress one's eyelids. The smell naturally draws thoughts and my focus and my eyes rest upon the pillowed seats propped against the wall, on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Four additional pillows, decorated with warm red and orange oriental patterns, seem to burst out from the deep blue wall behind them. They are pulling me to sit on them and doze away.
The furniture is sleek and streamlined with hardwood which seems like it is used to minimise damage in case of anything. There is a fourteen-seater couch and a hardwood table in the middle that looks as if it's made with simple yet elegant shapes, without excessive ornamentation. It sits in the middle of the room. Furnitur
