The room was a sanctuary of romance, a masterpiece of intimate allure. The soft glow of candlelight bathed every corner, their golden flames flickering like whispers of desire. Dozens of candles of varying heights were scattered throughout the room—on the mantelpiece, nestled in clusters along the floor, and elegantly arranged on the dining table. Their warm, amber light painted the walls with a dance of shadows, creating an ambiance that felt as timeless as love itself.

The air was a symphony of fragrances. Swirls of incense wafted gently, carrying the scent of sandalwood and vanilla, mingling with the delicate perfume of roses. Petals, deep crimson and soft blush, were strewn like jewels across the hardwood floor, forming a path leading to a plush velvet chaise. On the small table beside it, a crystal dish held strings of pearls, their iridescent sheen glinting in the candlelight, as though they too shared in the room's quiet passion.

The fireplace was alive with a crackling fire, its flames licking hungrily at the logs, casting a hypnotic warmth over the room. The hearth was adorned with a garland of greenery interwoven with twinkling fairy lights and tiny buds of white roses. The fire’s glow reflected in the polished brass of the fireplace tools, adding a touch of understated luxury to the rustic charm.

At the heart of the room, a round table draped in ivory lace stood like an altar of intimacy. On it, a centerpiece of roses, mingled with sprigs of lavender, exuded an intoxicating aroma. Surrounding it were more candles—some in ornate glass holders, others bare, their wax dripping languidly down their sides. Among them, a sleek black tray held an artful display of cannabis, rolled into pristine cones and arranged beside a set of gold-tipped matches. The scent of its earthy promise teased faintly beneath the sweetness of flowers and incense.

The room is set for deep thoughts. Relax and let God's Spirit lead the way. We begin. Now.