Orpheus, his face etched with a hint of surprise at Brynhild's offer, led her past the sleek home theater system towards the kitchen. The air hung heavy with the lingering scent of the blooming orchids from the foyer, momentarily chased away by a wave of enticing aromas – the promise of culinary delights to come.
Sliding open the large, soundproof door, Brynhild gasped. The kitchen was a chef's dream, a symphony of stainless steel and gleaming white Corian countertops. Floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline, transforming even the most mundane chore into a visually inspiring experience.
