<em>He sounds amused as he nibbles lightly on her earlobe teasingly.<br/><br/>"Well, well, well... I have to admit I'm almost disappointed, but, in another way, I'm quite pleased. Yes, you may open your eyes now."<br/><br/>As she does, she finds herself surrounded by a shimmering, magical room that seems to flicker before her, somehow vaguely reminding her, more often than not, of the things which she's fond of, or that she cares for, though nothing specific enough to nail down. In its current state, it seems somewhat like a cross between a room themed on the cosmos, from Elysium to  to the Abyss, from the Elemental Plane of Fire to the Positive Energy Plane, and beyond, and a room built of prismatic magics, ever shifting and beautiful. Even the large, plush bed seems made of this magical energy.<br/><br/>"This room was styled by an Anarch, using some of Limbo's energy, but magically mixing it with illusion and divination magics, so that it would automatically fashion itself to the desires of its occupants. Of course, your force of will was great enough that, as you sought the truth of the room, the formation of your desires was negated, however..."<br/><br/>One of his hands lightly strokes the juicy thigh it holds onto, while the other's fingers tease her side gently, half-tickling, half-caressing.<br/><br/>"This is the default."</em>