There was a blood red canopy above the expensive, yet somewhat rustic king sized bed. The room was large and very high class, yet it appeared to be dated in the late 1800s.

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Vaughn entered the room and shed his wet clothes. He dumped jacket, pants, shirt and all down the laundry suit. Nude he pulled his suit from the small bag. The Cache held a multitude of things and had infinate space but for some reason his suits always came out wrinkeled. He took it into the wash chamber and hung it on the door in hopes the steam from his back would let them fall away. With a big smile he stepped into the tub. He groaned deeply as he setteled into the water. He relaxed there for a long while before finishing his back, shaving and emerging to dry. Once wrapped in a towel he combed his hair in it's usual elegant dashing manner. He dried off and dressed in the suit which was crisp and wrinkel free. He returned to the bed where he'd laid his bag and began taking out small bobels and pieces of jewelry. He put them in his pocket and fastened an ascot in place with a hand made diamond stick pen. HIs suit was black, his vest and ascot where red. He looked out side his door to find his shoes ready and shined. He finished dressing and embarked for a warm meal.