i dont really go for colour , for description or for sentiment , but the vast array , the vast swirl that greets us , such a contrast from the outside , actually makes me stop for a second , makes us both stop , as a little woman scurries towards us , dressed in some overdone floral number that stirs memories , and she starts fussing over us , caressing us , chattering to us , and before i can get my bearings we are in a massive , white room , austere yet inviting , a huge bed on one side with sheets that snap to the touch , they are so new , so pristine , two champagne glasses laid in perfect symmetry around a bottle that is at least 250 years old , a maiden with a perfect face and perfect black hair , dressed in a white blouse and nothing else , holds it between her naked legs before uncorking it , pouring it for us and lying face down in the middle of the bed .