A Place To Love

"Shit, what do you want from me here? A place where I love, like the verb? And I gotta keep this safe for work? Come onnnnn, honey. We don't play by those rules at the Wishes, so safe for your work, I guess.
But fine. The place where I do the most loving? ...It's probably my bedroom. I've loved in a whole lot more adventurous places, but I have to admit, it's easier to do things back at the Wishes. That's where everyone is, and there's more than enough space for all of us.
My room used to be the club's dressing room, which is, like, perfect for me. It's not all that big. Bigger than my lieutenants' rooms, but not by much. I keep a little bit of clothes and stuff in there, but most of my junk actually lives backstage and in the old prop storage room. Most of it's costumes and mission gear and the like- stuff people might need to borrow, so no sense in having them barge in at high noon while I'm catching my beauty sleep.
When we bought the place, I bricked off the old window, to keep any pesky sunlight out, and instead, I've got strings of artificial fairy lights and a star-shaped vanity mirror with lights on it. There are a couple of pink tapestries hanging on the wall, in different shades of pastel and dusty rose, and the biggest bed I could fit in there, done up in super soft purple sheets that Amethyst picked out for me. It's super cozy in here- wanna see?
No? Ugh, you're no fun."