What goes on in this room?

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves

Mormon gangbangs.

This might be where the Illuminati interview you for membership.

Circle jerks, the cum blends in with the decor.

After dinner cocktails and conversation

In the white room with white curtains near the station Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment

A couple of reality TV shows are filmed there. A regional commercial for a real estate company was filmed there.

And after laying down a significant amount of heavy gauge plastic sheeting, a body painting party.

I'm thinking its a rich Arab's apartment or a palace on the Caspian Sea? Or perhaps its a corner of a lobby off a theatre in a luxury hotel in one of those countries?

Gossamer caftans twirl like so many dilatory dervishes but then a single earring of aureate gold catches on a taciturn tendril of Canal St. wig, thus ending the mesmerizingly tremulous bacchanal. Sadness. Silence. Soul-song stops. Still.

Then, as if directed by an otherworldly hand, Clarence turgidly strides to the centre of the chamber and, age-spotted hands shaking, coyly lifts the hand-picked hem of his puce sacrificial robe ($3,895, special order only. Expect delays; girl, blind nuns are SLOW!) and presents work-worn hole.

My heart is full.

Oh for god's sake r9

It's where the womenfolk eat cucumber sandwiches and discuss going Lesbian whole their husbands are all away building railroads.

Does one really have to ask? I call it a lack of breeding.

That room is pure nouveau riche trash.

It's the type of room new money set up, no one ever goes inside and they actually put a rope across the threshold.

The art on the wall may be interpreted as this being the cumming room--you've heard of a living room, well, this is the cumming room...

It's actually the set of Madonna's Vogue video

I'm a Southern Queen, so, I like a bit of frippery, but, dear God... It's one thing to own antique Rococo or Rococo Revival furnishings, modern Rococo, never!

Corbin Fisher films in this room.

I hate curtains like that, which obviously can't be drawn closed.

OK, I give up, OP, is it a white sale at Gump's? They are going out of business you know, I heard it first here.

Way to bland, boring and understated for my taste.

The coffee table is way too small.

It is the children's time-out room where they are stripped of all electronic devices and forced to contemplate their mortality as they stare out at gray waves crashing upon distant rocks.

I think so too r21, small coffee table=small cock, big coffee table=big dick. The bigger the coffee table the biigger the dick, sort of like some heterosexual men and their jacked up pickup trucks (or maybe bull dykes).