I found myself in a huge space. It was his walk-in, done in complete black with glass shelves jam packed with clothes and other stuff that he needed to decorate himself on three sides and a long sleek rectangular chest of drawers in the very center. The floor was covered with a plush carpet and, in addition to all that, there was an ornate standing mirror on one side and a black wing chair on the other. Behind me, the entire wall held shelf after shelf filled with shoes. Even Nico's closet wasn't that big.
"The bathroom's there," he said, pointing to the glass door at the end of a small corridor that separated the bathroom from the closet. There were two huge identical oil paintings that adorned both the walls, two women, both naked, their curvaceous bare backs facing us as they stared a
