What was once a brilliant white room has been yellowed with years of cigarette smoke seeping into the paint. Many would only notice upon closer inspection of course, not when the contents of the room are far more interesting. A sense of opulence is usually the first impression one would get upon entering, until the details of the room set in and the personality of the inhabitant reveals itself. Over flowing ash trays, empty glasses of high end whiskey with their accompanying bottles thrown haphazardly around the room. Books on philosophy, small trinkets from travels around the world gathering dust upon wooden oak shelves. A small jar of cocaine sits like a centre piece in the middle of the coffee table - a testament to bad, expensive habits. A waft of dog feces occasionally wafts through the room, even though the evidence of it’s existence long since removed.