The interior of the warehouse was as different from the exterior as night from day. The upper stories were a single vast room, the ceiling painted to resemble a clear blue sky, and shaped with copings to break up any edges that would spoil the illusion. The floor was laid out with an open floor plan with an Egyption theme, square pillars with pointed tips and stepped stonework diases, all inscribed with symbols that glowed even in the daylight level light that reflected off the ceiling from cunningly concealed upwards facing floodlights. The impression was of some temple complex in some far off desert. They stood on a long gantry that ran along one side, and there was an open metal frame elevator at the centre of it.<br/><br/>There was a low bed on one of the raised diases, covered with a canopy and sized for an Indian elephant, two if they were good friends. There was a godown by the elevator that went down to the lower levels, and various alcoves that acted as libraries, or a magical artificers wotrkshop or a TV room (with it's own low bed), and one that had weight training and aerobics machines, as well as a treadmill that looked to be designed to test motor-cars. But the sole inhabitant of the place was at another alcove, surrounded by computer screens and computer hardware.<br/><br/>She looked up from the work, which seemed to be editing some sort of music video, and if Yoshiyuki had any interest in popular music, he'd have recognised Ptriciamotepatoloma, the drummer of the hit vore rock band Cast Iron Stomachs. Sphinxes were rare enough, one who's cat part was patterened after a cheetah rather than a lion even more so. Her wings and hair had her cheetah markings, and her human face had cheetah style tearstreak markings, giving her a glam rock appeearance. White her head and chest were human, she was wearing a dark green t-shirt that covered her forepart which had the legend 't-shirt.gif has failed to load' underneath a conventional broken image link symbol.<br/><br/>As Andalun led Yoshi over to the lift, she finished her work (or at least put it on hiold)  and unfurled her tawny feathered wings, dusting off to fly up to meet them. "Hey there Andalun, and you too! I'm Ptricia, and it's nice to eat you, I mean meet you... well both actually."