November 12th, 2006



Rose wandered around the room. "It's gorgeous." Every surface was covered in fabric; rich brocades, satins and silks, all adorned with lace and embroidery.

"It looks like a tart's boudoir." The Doctor was surprised the room's decorator hadn't been dragged off by the style police for the criminal misuse of gold braid.

"Why is there a pit full of pillows in the middle of the room?" She squeaked as Jack shoved her. Floundering in the sea of cushions, Rose's curses turned to giggles as he dived in beside her.

Jack offered his hand to the Doctor. "Care to join us?"


dw100challenge #141: opulence