It's Josef's own choice if he wants to use such choice phrases as 'I want to get you bathed and then into your bed', but Bagoas speaks no more of it.
And then Sofo went through 33 pages on the taxitecture tumblr with no luck in finding Bagoas' place, and therefore picked a new one.
They soon come up onto a quiet street not far from the borders of Speares and Wilde, having crossed the calm river not long ago. Not too far down the street, a house that had spoken to him from the very start, with its elaborate features and colour accents that reminded him of the royal palace of Babylon.
"Please," he says, unlocking the front door by a soft press of his hand to the reader. "Come in."
The entrance might be anything but polished, but there's a charm about it that Bagoas couldn't deny when he first came here. And that besides, the reception room goes above and beyond where comfort is concerned. He's made sure it does. It is the room with the most sun in the evening, in the back, with the large windows, and along one of its walls runs what might seem a peculiar blend of chaise lounge and divan: a low seamless row of upholstered furnishing that sit directly on the floor and is covered in vibrantly coloured pillows. Beside it, three low coffee tables. It is here that Bagoas first leads Josef. It is the finest room he owns, after all.
"The sun won't reach here until this afternoon. Sit, rest. Make yourself at home."
[Bagoas' (new) place]
And then Sofo went through 33 pages on the taxitecture tumblr with no luck in finding Bagoas' place, and therefore picked a new one.They soon come up onto a quiet street not far from the borders of Speares and Wilde, having crossed the calm river not long ago. Not too far down the street, a house that had spoken to him from the very start, with its elaborate features and colour accents that reminded him of the royal palace of Babylon.
"Please," he says, unlocking the front door by a soft press of his hand to the reader. "Come in."
The entrance might be anything but polished, but there's a charm about it that Bagoas couldn't deny when he first came here. And that besides, the reception room goes above and beyond where comfort is concerned. He's made sure it does. It is the room with the most sun in the evening, in the back, with the large windows, and along one of its walls runs what might seem a peculiar blend of chaise lounge and divan: a low seamless row of upholstered furnishing that sit directly on the floor and is covered in vibrantly coloured pillows. Beside it, three low coffee tables. It is here that Bagoas first leads Josef. It is the finest room he owns, after all.
"The sun won't reach here until this afternoon. Sit, rest. Make yourself at home."