[Andriane's, Front Parlor]
The crisp smell of flowers mingled with smoky undertones of incense hangs gently in the air. Soft light ebbs from a collection of miniature gaethzen spheres that float and hover lazily near the high ceiling of the tent. Padded benches covered in vibrant silk in hues of chartreuse, fuchsia, and goldenrod, provide a comfortable place to lounge. A diaphanous curtain of dusty violet drapes in one doorway and fluttering streamers of golden silk hang in another. You also see a mask table with some stuff on it, a MASK sign and a tent flap.
Obvious exits: none.