|Music: Atrium Carceri | Void | Victorian Meltdown|
Azure velvet tapestries, depicting a pair of ghostly lovers chasing one another around a trident, dangle from the smooth grey stone walls of this large chamber. Ivy and violet flowers cling to the walls, lit by rays of smoky crimson light filtering down through skylights in the vaulted ceiling high above.
A 10-foot high tier inlaid with baroque patterns rises along the north and east walls, its golden-railed balcony overlooking a grove of dead trees in the center of the chamber from which shrunken heads grow like fruit.
Near, to your left, is a set of closed double doors bearing spiked pull rings. The doors are embossed with the image of a succubus embracing an armored tiefling skeleton wrapped in broken chainmail.
Off to your right, you spy a tower-like structure ten feet in diameter rising from a pit in the center of the room. A glistening gold sarcophagus is visible at its peak.
The air is heavy with the stink of perfume and fornication.