Sins Room Entries Narrations

THE ROOM ENTRY NARRATIONS for Insatiable House of Sins (M)

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LUST: As you make your way into the unassuming space towards the only piece of furniture in the room, you can’t help but note the scarcity of much else. The walls are done in a simple deep royal purple wallpaper, which gives the space a subtle texture, deep cherry wood crown moulding confine the seemingly limitless space into something more comprehensible. The floor is wood of the same warm shade, polished and clean, and unblemished. The chair isn’t elegant, nor is it plain. It sits there, a simple yet crisp grey fabric stretched over the plain hardwood of its frame; the arms and legs simply carved with swirling lines that nearly give the impression of roots and leaves, or perhaps veins and arteries. The seat is inviting and you sit down, anticipating the arrival of Lord Lust.


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PRIDE:

You step inside a room and it is as though you’ve stepped into a completely different world from the hallway. The dark edgy colors clash with the rich mature design of the main house. The linens and drapes are start blacks and greys framed with silver and royal blue accents. The man who would be Pride is lounging on his elbow, shirtless, thumb scrolling on the small metallic device in his hand. The coverlet is a crushed velvet the color of midnight. It contrasts against the honey hue of his flawless skin. Not far from the bed is a rather smart looking guitar on its stand. His face is attractive and his lips made for sin. He continues with his thumb, rhythmically swiping left as he hums a sensual sort of tune. He barely gives you a glance when you open the door, despite his clear view of it. He crosses his muscular jean-clad legs, his feet bare and hanging lazily off of the bed. When the door closes behind you he looks up and watches you with a raised, assessing arch of one eyebrow as you walk over to him.


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SLOTH: You take a few steps inside and you are transported into what could easily be a college dorm room. It’s simple and the walls are painted in soft blues with pop culture posters tacked onto the wall. The focal point of the space is a very simple bed with a blonde colored wood frame. Laying upon the bed on his side is a rather entranced looking male, his eyes focused on the book in his hand. His shirt is a soft cotton, a clean white, paired with some blue and green plaid pj pants. He doesn’t immediately look up when you enter or when the door closes behind you. The room is relatively clean except for a can of soda and what looks to be a take out food bag on the side table, in the corner is the start to a small laundry pile. There is a window a few paces from the bed where you can see a soft rainfall outside and grey skies.


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WRATH: The room is severe in nature. On the far side of the room is a rather no-nonsense looking bed. From here you can almost feel the crisp red cotton of its flawless sheets. Hung from the wall next to the bed is a  display of different pleasure devices. There are chains, whips, crops, cuffs, and toys galore, meticulously organized according to the Master of the Chamber. The man who would be Wrath is standing next to the bed, inspecting the blood red gem of his cufflinks on a pristine, white dress shirt. His outfit is a suit of a midnight black, shoes to match; not a strand of hair is out of place, but styled most carefully. He slightly taps his left foot in impatience you assume. You softly pad a few steps into the room and the heavy door slams shut behind you, his head snaps up to see you there and he holds you in his steely gaze.


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GLUTTONY:  The first thing about this room that immediately assaults your senses is the scent of delicious food and drink. The colors of the room are robust in chartreuse tones, from seasick greens to harvest time yellows. There is an assortment of furniture in the room accented with rich woods and wine-washed fabrics. Along one wall is a long table kissing each corner of the room. The table is ladened with vegetables and fruits from all over the world; decorated with drinking glasses filled with liquids of different colors, and certainly different flavors. The steam rolls off of still sizzling meats and fresh-out-of-the-oven breads. A man of attractive frame is hovering over the table, searching it seems, for a particular morsel, his fingers fluttering the air in anticipation. You hear the door close behind you and he motions you to him without looking up.


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ENVY: The room before you is a living room built for all those cozy feelings. The couch in the middle of the space is understated and low but plush, and a soft creamy beige. The walls are adorned with a calming jade wallpaper, numerous picture frames and scenic photography pepper the space; the room of a romantic, artistic type at heart. There he sits, his shoulders slumped, wringing his hands clasped in his lap. His clothing is simple but the deep emerald of his polo shirt draws the eye incredibly, as if the color was chosen to do so on purpose. Everything about his appearance is thoughtfully considered. He is well groomed, clean cut, yet his clothes are very modest and make him approachable. He sits there a look of concern marking his face and furrowing his brow.  You don’t get more than a few steps inside the door before he notices you.


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GREED: The room before you declares itself a lavish contemporary study. Robust, gleaming hardwoods are accented with golds and greens. Your eyes are drawn all about the room where you spy displays of a refined taste. An expensive technical looking set up for entertainment in one corner, a fireplace mirrors it on the opposing side of the chamber. A large pristine dry bar sits along the wall and showcases a number of crystal decanters filled with amber liquids. An elaborate and intricate painting of a woman of otherworldly beauty is hung. There is a large exorbitant desk of polished wood off centered to the space and sitting at it a rather proper seeming man. His shirt is a crisp linen the shade of the purest white, immaculately starched and tailored to fit. His hair is styled out of his face and slicked back neatly. He is flipping the pages in a very business like black leather ledger. He notices your entrance and lifts himself to his feet gracefully.