red carpet on the floor, red paper on the walls, red plush on the chairs, even the ceiling red, everywhere red, burning into eyes.
it was a heavy, stifling red, as thought the light were shining through bowls of blood. at the far end stood a huge square bed, with quilts red like red velvet. at the sight of me she shrank away and tried to hide her knees under the short dress.
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