We stop abruptly, causing me to lose my balance on the seat slightly. Cassian remains silent and doesn’t seem inclined to break it. The coachman opens the carriage door and he steps out first, without even bothering to help me or accompany me. He walks several steps ahead, and I’m forced to quicken my pace on these torture devices called heels. Still, I stay a couple of steps behind until we reach a beautiful building with white walls climbed by vines. The doors open for us and the interior follows the same white pattern, with marble walls. My eyes dart in every direction, unsure where to look first. There are many bodies scattered throughout the room, in various levels of undress and debauchery. On some walls hang tapestries depicting scenes I don’t recognize but that definitely strike me
