Rit lead Song toward the house, his fingers laced through hers. "That's a store house," he pointed at the small building that was raised higher than the rest. "It contains a supply of food and other goods that it's critical to keep dry. That's my treasure hold," he pointed to the smallest building. "I keep personal treasures there. Some are extremely valuable, but most are simply sentimental." His extended finger pointed to the bath house, "that's the bath house." They we're close enough to it to hear what sounded like a waterfall inside, and as they approached the house, a raised and covered platform extended to connect to the bath house.
The short steps up to the front of the house were a shining lacquered wood, and made not a creak as they ascended. Rit slid the front door open, leading Song inside. While the construction of the building in its entirety was Thanati in design, right down to paper doors and woven mats covering the floors, the furnishings were anything but. The colors and designs were again Thanati in style but the plush couches and pillows were Serenian and Essyrni. A large standing clock of Connlaothian engineering, but made from Thanati wood and carved with Thanati design, stood ticking away the time. A religious altar to some unknown Goddess was decorated in swirls of pinks, and blues, and purples.
Rit led Song through many rooms. A study, a sitting room, a meeting room, a dining room, each as extravagant as the one before. The kitchen was filled with foreign contraptions she'd never seen before, made of bright metals that were surely precious. One made fire with the turn of a knob, another was cold inside, and another had whirling blades inside a glass chamber. Had he not called it the kitchen, Song may have thought it a torture chamber for all the knives and tongs and wicked objects. There was a small library of books and scrolls, with many plush spots to rest and read. It was a thoroughly lavish home. Finally Rit brought Song to the bedroom.
Beautifully carved furniture covered in Thanati religious depictions decorated the room. A bureau, a dresser, a large chest, a folding screen, lanterns, plush chairs, and right in the middle, a huge canopy bed. Rugs and cushions covered so much of the room, making just about any spot you chose to sit or lay soft and comfortable. There was the faintest scent of spring time in the air. The smell of new growth and blooming flowers.
"This is where you will sleep," Rit said to Song, his electric touch running up her arm to her neck. "When you're comfortable, I will be happy to join you." The smile he gave her then was so sweet and genuine it was impossible to assume anything more than wholesome intentions, but Rit was much better at the long con than Song.