Rae can't help but stare, as much as she tries to keep it off her face. Everything is so lush. The colors are richer, the lights brighter and the shadows darker. Like an art gallery, there is too much to take in at once - cursory glances do not do anything justice. The only things her eyes shy away from are certain of the decorations. Horns, antlers, skulls of various creatures. Some worked into arrangements of flowers, as though to accent the underlying symbolism of all flowers - life is brief. Beautiful, but brief.

The heels of her silver-white shoes echo upon the marble.

"Your house is very beautiful," Sunshine murmurs. Because there is too much here, too much that she perhaps had never truly believed would actually exist in an actual person's house, for it to go without comment.