As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you notice some of the room is lit by actual candles and you guess gas lights. It is supplemented with electric lights at key areas. There is about every 10-20 feet a half column of stone and brick work. The walls are ornate combination of plaster, stone work, and even fabric or carpeting. Tapestries with family crests and medieval theme is key through out. There is a desk to the right next to a door way to what looks like a library.

Glancing within you see a combination of old tombs, modern books, and even a new media section. You think you can hear someone in the back probably reading or some other work out of the way. Its a little better lit in there, at least at the tables between long rows of books.

On the left seems to be some conference rooms, basic long tables with chairs all around and a podium at one end neared the doors. Some seem to be classrooms perhaps.

At the far end where you are heading is a wide heavy marble stair well. The hand rails must be 3 feet wide, the support pillars to it is about a foot and a half wide and very stocky looking. The grand path is with a purple carpet that is anchored at each step in the inner corner. It looks even from a great distance to be velvet and with patterns of dragons, serpents, and various wild animals in a semi-Celtic design woven into the velvet. Behind the stairs is a set of stairs heading to the lower level. There is a warm soft light drifting into the hall from up the stairs.

You can hear a fireplace somewhere crackling. A sound of music, perhaps dancing is faintly heard... But it seems muffled with all the carpeting and tapestries all over. The smell of various cooking's and food drift around. 'Maybe they are not hungry? .... please GAWD!' And other smells unclear also mingle in the air.

Your escort is pulling you to the stairs.

Behind you as you pass is a business lady dressed in all black except for the white silk blouse. She steps out of the library with a younger man behind her headed to conference room. He looks scared white and she looks detached and generally very much in control. As they enter the room he turns to run only to have her grab him by the collar and toss him into the room. The door shuts....

You start walking up the stairs to the next floor... The stairs are tall and wider then they looked.... You are wishing you had a energy drink JUST for the stair....

As you progress you can faintly hear moaning in that room with the lady and the sounds of a muffled protest.... The protesting fades as does her moaning with distance.... Although his fades to nothing long before hers.... You are getting a weird feeling straining to learn what they are doing, your heart races, you cock throbs, and your escort giggles pulling you along chained to her side. She playfully grabs your cock, "I see you are waking up, maybe there is hope, but then again. They may have other ideas..." Her words raise your spirits then sends them crashing down...