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Lucifer's room is spacious, all black and chrome with a few old (old as in ancient) pieces of artwork.

Lamps are placed strategically and discreetly, to make the open plan room seem both dark and softly illuminated at the same time.

There's a bar, a piano, and a huge bed with Egyptian cotton sheets.
A low coffee table, a low couch and a couple of very comfortably looking chairs round out the furniture.

"I did promise a couch. But you might find the bed more to your liking," Lucifer says.
Innocently.

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The room is spacious, all black and chrome. It's an open plan, filled with smooth surfaces and hidden lamps. And a few old (old as in ancient) pieces of artwork.

There's a bar, a piano, and a huge bed with Egyptian cotton sheets.

An open door leads into a spacious bathroom.

All that's really lacking is the huge balcony and the L.A. skyline.

And the sound of Lux at ground level.

Lucifer shrugs off his jacket and heads for the bar.

"Make yourself at home," he calls over his shoulder.