<div align="center">(http://oi52.tinypic.com/mmebud.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"My name is Lessard Tabris... But if you enter my chambers, you won't be needing it..."</span></span></div><br/><div align="center">This room is possibly one of the most well-kept chambers in the whole of Teahouse. The elegant furniture is always exceptionally clean, owing in part to a possible obsession it's owner has in ensuring everything is in it's correct place. Mostly however, Lessard simply enjoys ensuring that he and his belongings always look their best, and it clearly shows in the fashioning of his most private chambers.<br/><br/>The most common shade is a deep cherry wood that makes up that large and sturdy fourposter bed (his needs warrented it to be so), the modest sized desk of drawers complete with a delicate golden pattern of leaves around the rim and a finely crafted wardrobe that almost fills one whole wall, a mirror attached to the door. Upon the bed lies a blend of silk and satin to create an elegant look in deep shades of maroon, several pillows of matching color being propped up against a large and ornate headboard; decorated with delicate swirls and patterns mimicking a rough sea. <br/><br/>The desk of drawers is rather plain, save for the golden detail, and inside rests a series of dress shirts and other basic essentials of clothing. Resting atop the surface lies a small mountain of envelopes and a dark brown quill resting atop a small stack of black paper, still not being written on. There are also three pocket watches, all silver in shade and varying by the delicate detail etched into the face and cover and taking pride of place in the center is a very simple black band of leather with a silver buckle; the standard collar used for some of his clients.<br/><br/>Something that would seem out of place in any room aside from Lessard's, is a three teered rack upon the far wall, housing various riding crops and canes, all of which are finely polished and cleaned thourally after each session. The final wall is covered by a think black curtain that hangs to the floor and gives no glimpse as to what lies behind, but one would see upon it's removal, a wide array of restraints, blindfolds and gas, even several carefully maintained knives,each hanging carefully upon a small hook.<br/><br/>A single chair crafted from the same cherry wood rests before the desk of drawers and faces the doorway at all times.Other minor things to note are the large sheer black canopy above the bed and a series of dark red candles standing elegantly upon the bedside table which cast the room in a flickering and someone ominous light. <br/><br/>The floor is also a hardened wood, to ensure that those who enter his room always leave with slightly sore knees; a little something extra to remember Mr. Tabris by when they leave...</div>