A’s room has a lockable door, openable only by his phone or the phones of anyone he designates. A window (with blinds that can be pulled down) now exists on it with a nameplate that reads “PLEASANT BOY, PRIVATE SEER”. Inside is a decent-sized glittery couch for dames or dame-like individuals to faint on, which sits in front of a functional (if a bit dangerously crystalline in parts) desk, with a simple chair.

His closet has extra shelving, as well as the area on the wall behind the desk. The surfaces in the room are tarnished, still slightly reflective but mostly fogged with any shapes hard to discern. The room is dimly lit, and really at times seems almost black and white.

A coat rack sits by the door, and on the wall across from A’s bed is a large blank whiteboard with magnetic lodestone clips and...rolls of yarn? Lots of yarn.