There was little evidence of their presence in the suite, save a crystal decanter filled with frape of blueberries and three fragile champagne flutes. The suite appeared as a baronial rouge bordello, or a sanctum for the epicurean erotic mysteries. Three sticks of sandalwood incense burned, curling into horizontal, drifting vapours,. while song to the moon. An aria from devojacs rusalka played with poignant air. Within this occult scene, there was a sense of some primordial teaching being handed down. A shower was running, and other sounds were muffled. We may hear them, but not caesar.