Spike moved into the room.  It was as he remembered it.  Lorne has put him here before too.  It was a perfect room for a master vampire, especially one of his era.  There was a little sitting room with plush velvet-upholstered furniture with elaborately carven legs, and all the other accountrements of a proper sitting room.  The bedroom had a massive four-poster bed with thick curtains, and thick comfortable mattresses, and a down pad on top of the mattresses for extra decadence.  Everything in shades of dark red, punctuated with black and gold.  Baroque, but somehow comfortable.<br/><br/>He grinned.  He moved into the bedroom, setting down the coffees, and stripping off his clothes.  Then he climbed into the sinful bed, draping one of the silk sheets over his naked form, posing as he waited for Raven.