"Let's hurry," Ryk pulled Einin along to the next room, which was also above the gallery. He pushed open the door, but did not enter. "This is the dark room. It's also soundproofed. There are no lights in this room though, and the windows are always shuttered, with the curtains blocking any stray light from getting in." When Einin looked in, she could see lots of pillows, and thick rugs on the floor. There were many gossamer partitions, separating areas just large enough for couples. All along the walls were thickly cushioned loveseats just big enough for two. It was obvious what the room was meant for, and Ryk didn't try to hide it, but he did have something to say.
"Don't worry lover. I've never personally used the room for what it's intended, but I rather not have guests fornicating in random places around the estate. Better that I designate a place for it. Keeps them off the flowers." He closed the door quickly then, and lead Einin to the second floor of the library. "There is no seating up here," Ryk told Einin, as he lead her to the railing that overlooked the reading circle below. "Knowledge is extremely valuable," he said distantly, "those that have it, know real power." His serious expression only lasted a moment before he was leading Einin to a room above the music room.
"This is the dry room," he said, with a laugh. The small space had high standing tables and no chairs. It was not designed for comfort, but rather for utility. People could finish beverages in this room before heading into the library. During parties, an attendant would be on hand to make sure no drinks, or overly inebriated guests, made it through. Books had to be protected from fools, and those with impaired judgment. They crossed the small room shortly, and entered the reason the dry room was created, a bar. This room had no seats, and though it was twice the size of the dry room, it had half as many tables. The bartender stood at his bar even now, the supply of alcohol running nearly the length of the wall shared with the sun room.
"The room was designed with the idea that most people would not linger long in here. You came for what you wanted and went back out to the party. It's more meant as a refilling station for the serving staff." He lead Einin through the room quickly, pushing open double doors that lead to the room above the breakfast room. He called it the moon room. Ryk gestured to a wall, if you could call it that. It was really more just large windows and glass doors. They were darkened however, reducing the amount of sunlight that filled the room. They looked out onto a large balcony, the one covering the patio below, and overlooking the paved pond. "The brighter the light outside, the darker the glass becomes. At night, the moon and starlight shine through unimpeded." Ryk walked Einin through the tables and chairs that were spread through the room. They were of a beautiful polished white metal, with white cushions and linens. The walls decorated in paintings of the moons different phases. The small door they went through, led out into a hallway, the first one Einin had been in since entering Ryk's mansion.
"These are the guest and servant quarters," Ryk informed Einin. He lead her down the hall, making a left when it came to a T. They passed several doors, and three more hallways. He pointed left down the last hall, and said there was a lounge with a bar, before he quickly shoved open a door, pulling Einin inside. He closed the door with a snap, and turned a key in its lock. Einin didn't have long to take in the enormous sleeping chamber. To one side was a low wooden table, a sofa, and a pair of cushioned chairs. A door on the exterior wall, just beyond the sitting area, must have lead to a balcony, unless it emptied onto open air. On the other side of the room were four large wardrobes, two dressers, a tall mirror, and a changing screen. Against the wall, by the door they'd come through, was a large clock, ticking away the minutes. Two more doors on the same wall led out to places Ryk was to busy to show her. He led her quickly to his bed at the center of the room. His gigantic bed.
It was long enough to sleep two tall men, head to toe, wide enough to sleep eight comfortably. Beyond being unnecessarily large, it was spectacular. The wooden posts, headboard, and foot board, were all beautifully carved. The canopy was dark and flowing, and fit for a king, with gold embroidery and gemstones. Ryk lifted Einin, and threw her into the center of the bed. He stopped only to pull off his boots and coat before climbing over the foot board and heading toward his lover.
"I hope you don't have any objections to being ravished," Ryk said to Einin, lustful hunger clear in his eyes.