As Jennie stepped into his room, she was enveloped by air of luxury, although she was here sometimes ago, however she was so occupied that she failed to noticed the velvet curtains adorning the floor-to celling windows, every details exudes elegance and wealth.
She pay attention to the carefully selected furnitures, the upholstery of the sofa is sumptuous, it was no doubt made from the finest fabrics, although she was sorrounded by exquisite fine things, in a place where luxury meets comfort, she felt as if she was sorrounded by dark walls in a pitched black room, struggling to find her way out, to break free from the trapping chains woven around her body. It's like being trapped in a labyrinth of despair, where you can't see any paths forward, and the weight of it all leaves you feeling powerless.