Odalisque Paradise
Charles walked straight up to the first door and inserted the key he had been given. A chill of foreboding, or perhaps erotic anticipation raced his spine. Charles turned once more to look at the lady who had accompanied him, but she had already gone. Slowly he withdrew the key and placed it where the invitation had been in his waistcoat. Opening the door, Charles moved into beneath the door frame and into the room.
At first glance the room seemed exceptionally ordinary. He’d seen many rooms like this when his aunt or mother had forced him along to a social tea where he was politely ignored by all of society. It was the kind of room women cultivated for womanly things, with printed flowers on the wall, and cascades of pink everywhere. Charles cleared his throat he’d never been entirely comfortable in the delicate sitting rooms.
Suddenly, a small dog launched itself at Charles, it was fluffy and brown, and looked like the kind of thing that should serve as a pillow, and not have feet and a voice box. Either angry at the intrusion, or somehow sensing Charles’ dislike the dog began to bark in a high yipping sound that was entirely unpleasant.
Charles considered leaving, but his thoughts were paused at the sound of a small sigh from the vicinity of the settee. Charles glanced at the dog and the finely delicately created room and wondered what kind of woman might be kept in these doll-like conditions. The dog yipped again, and Charles wondered if his curiosity was intense enough to endure the setting.
At first glance the room seemed exceptionally ordinary. He’d seen many rooms like this when his aunt or mother had forced him along to a social tea where he was politely ignored by all of society. It was the kind of room women cultivated for womanly things, with printed flowers on the wall, and cascades of pink everywhere. Charles cleared his throat he’d never been entirely comfortable in the delicate sitting rooms.
Suddenly, a small dog launched itself at Charles, it was fluffy and brown, and looked like the kind of thing that should serve as a pillow, and not have feet and a voice box. Either angry at the intrusion, or somehow sensing Charles’ dislike the dog began to bark in a high yipping sound that was entirely unpleasant.
Charles considered leaving, but his thoughts were paused at the sound of a small sigh from the vicinity of the settee. Charles glanced at the dog and the finely delicately created room and wondered what kind of woman might be kept in these doll-like conditions. The dog yipped again, and Charles wondered if his curiosity was intense enough to endure the setting.
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