The Nunnery

I’m now sitting in a religious property owned by the church that is rented out as a hotel. It’s a grand place with decorative stucco walls, ceilings painted with cherubs and jesus and ceremonial staircases. The room is spartan however and somewhat like a polite prison cell with only an unreachable window in the corner of the room. I’m now sat in a large, richly decorated and empty common room with a couple of sofas and table in a large open space with a piano in the corner.