Rhasru was sitting comfortably in the large green armchair in his quarters. The room was furnished in the most absurd manner. Besides the chair, which had a velvety surface, stood a little glass table, which had an additional glass board between its four feet, which were, shockingly, not aligned orthogonally to the floor or the table surface. By the wall there was a desk with no edges on the sides - it was just one surface that was bent at the ends so it could stand - and, worse, of lilac color, and on that desk stood a lamp whose foot was a golden helix. Above it, there was a shelf on the wall which might have been genuine wood or at least a good imitation, and which was embellished with all kinds of turnery. None of it fit together. Perhaps the chair and the lamp, or the chair and the shelf, but not all three, and certainly not the rest of it.
Looking absent-mindedly at the door, the Sith was awaiting an Acolyte who had requested an appointment, hinting at a desire to receive some instructions. Not a special occasion in any way...
Looking absent-mindedly at the door, the Sith was awaiting an Acolyte who had requested an appointment, hinting at a desire to receive some instructions. Not a special occasion in any way...