Marcellus led Chavu down a hidden tunnel and into a brightly lit room. With candles and light wisps lining the walls. Chavu took in the bright orange everything.
The bed covers were orange, so was the rug. There were various paintings around, with orange backgrounds. Chavu looked at Marcellus. He would have never pegged him for someone who liked orange so much.
"You, uhm," Chavu was at a loss for words. Marcellus usually wore black clothes with silver details. Where had all this orange come from?
"You don't like it?" Marcellus went and plopped on the bed. He patted the orange silk bedspread next to him. Chavu slithered to the bed and touched the covers. The bed was soft, and it even smelt of oranges.
The scent of the citrus fruit surprised Chavu. The bed dipped when he laid down on it. The pillows were so soft, he felt like he was resting his head on a cloud. Chavu closed his eyes in bliss.
