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oblateWhen asked, Seymour only explained with a faint, superior smile that the penthouse had been loaned to him by a friend.
Opulently high above the neighboring buildings, it commanded a magnificent view of Tokyo on all sides. The place was appointed with sharply modern furnishings and everywhere the sedate glimmer of obedient Japanese technology. The bathroom, with its black volcanic rock slab walls and steely fittings, was made homelike by two things only: at the side of the immense sunken tub, the addition of a bamboo-slat bench upon which several white fluffy towels waited; and a little collection of orchids in miniature pots, stuck to the outside of the glass shower wall with suction cups, presumably to take advantage of the natural humidity.
One entire wall of the room was floor-to-ceiling windows which would dim to opaque at the touch of a switch. Seymour did not bother with it as he unwound his sash and began to divest himself of his jewelry. The shower partook of the view. The water was already running, steaming the glass.
He threw his boots under the copper counter at the wall and wondered whether he'd been beaten to the punch. The hair at the back of his neck prickled with anticipation.
Opulently high above the neighboring buildings, it commanded a magnificent view of Tokyo on all sides. The place was appointed with sharply modern furnishings and everywhere the sedate glimmer of obedient Japanese technology. The bathroom, with its black volcanic rock slab walls and steely fittings, was made homelike by two things only: at the side of the immense sunken tub, the addition of a bamboo-slat bench upon which several white fluffy towels waited; and a little collection of orchids in miniature pots, stuck to the outside of the glass shower wall with suction cups, presumably to take advantage of the natural humidity.
One entire wall of the room was floor-to-ceiling windows which would dim to opaque at the touch of a switch. Seymour did not bother with it as he unwound his sash and began to divest himself of his jewelry. The shower partook of the view. The water was already running, steaming the glass.
He threw his boots under the copper counter at the wall and wondered whether he'd been beaten to the punch. The hair at the back of his neck prickled with anticipation.
