The billowing cloth walls of the tent are adorned with swaths of shimmering rainbow silk that sway gently with every stray breeze that drifts through the entrance. An ornate golden lantern hangs from the middle of the circular ceiling, casting a soft flickering light upon the area. A small stool splattered with countless paint stains sits at the far end of the room, surrounded by a comfortable grouping of soft satin pillows. You also see a tent flap, a little blue spook that is flying around, a gold-trimmed full-length mirror, a gilt-edged ivory sign, a large pillow and a small round table with some stuff on it.
Obvious exits: none.