|Boudoir of the president of the local chapter of the Society for Creative Anachronisms.
Come, milady, to a night fit for a queen! Pillows, fit for a prince! Aggravating scrollwork, fit for a baron! Let us drink flagons of wine and talk of fine and noble crusades! Lo, we shall put on the Genesis records and celebrate chivalrous ideals! Then I will put my William in thine Mary, and - hey, where you going?
I got some good weed!
Special note: yes, the ceiling is reflective. The copy says: Mylar raises the ceiling to make the room proportionate to the four-poster bed.