(1988) The Golden Room Read Free Page A

divans, cushions, and statuary arranged on the parquet wood floor. Adjoining the ballroom was the Copper Room, with walls of hammered brass, and beyond that, the Silver Room, ornamented with filigreed lace and silver, and the silver statue of a mounted horseman next to a plush brocade chair.
    Then came the Moorish Room, with foxskins on the floor, and incense burners in every corner. The furnishings consisted of a circular sofa with round tufted back, a potted palm beside it, numerous small octagonal tables, and chairs upholstered with rich gold-threaded brocade that touched the floor. On the fireplace mantel was set a hookah crusty with hashish sediment.
    ‘There are no pictures on the walls,’ Minna noted, ‘because representational images are forbidden by Muslim law.’
    With Foley by her side, Minna moved on to the Egyptian Room. On a frieze around the room and on the ceiling were drawings of ancient Egyptian scenes. A large stone fireplace bore sphinx heads which had been carved into the mantel.
    Next, like a breath of fresh air, was the Blue Room. Its atmosphere was youthful, very American, with deep-blue divans and leather pillows printed with pictures of Gibson girls. Fittingly, each wall was decorated with lively college pennants.
    Minna was particularly proud of her Music Room. A grand piano stood in one corner, not gold, not fancy, but very grand. Mirrors framed in Moorish arches lined the walls, and tufted Turkish furniture was scattered about.
    Foley grew more and more dazed as they pushed on through the Green Room, the Rose Room, and the Red Room.
    ‘Finally, the Mirror Room,’ stated Minna, drawing Foley inside. ‘What strikes you most?’
    ‘The floor,’ Foley gasped. ‘The entire floor is mirrored.’
    ‘Every inch of it,’ said Minna proudly. ‘It’s often where we bring our guests when they can’t decide which of our girls to choose. It’s far more effective than the House of All Nations in Budapest. There, men surveyed a panel of photographs of nude women to select their favourites. A visitor would pick the photograph of the girl he liked most, and then touch the bell-push under her photograph. Immediately, the photo was covered, so the next visitor would know the lady was engaged and he would have to pick someone else. This Mirror Room is much better for making choices. Many of the things you’ve seen were created by Aida and myself. But the idea for this Mirror Room came from Babe Connors, the fat Negress in St Louis whose teeth were inlaid with diamonds. Babe had a Mirror Room, and I installed the same thing in this room immediately.’
    ‘But why a mirror for a floor?’ Foley asked.
    Minna looked at him impatiently. ‘This is where we have some of our best floor shows,’ she said. ‘Our girls come in here to dance for the guests. They’re wearing evening gowns, but absolutely nothing beneath them. Those dresses are long, but not so long or narrow that you can’t see anything. That mirror floor reflects what the girls are offering - which is to say, they’re entirely naked underneath and that’s what you see in the mirror floor. Titillating, don’t you think?’
    Foley reddened and stared at the floor.
    ‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he said.
    Still bemused, he followed Minna out of the Mirror Room until they arrived at the staircase leading to the boudoirs upstairs. There were potted palms and Grecian statuary on either side of the stairs, and two thickly carpeted flights rose ahead of them.
    ‘Usually,’ said Minna, ‘we allow the local press to have the run of the downstairs facilities. The upstairs suites are off limits. However, since yours is an introductory visit, I will show you a typical boudoir and introduce you to its occupant.’
    Minna went nimbly up the staircase, with Foley immediately behind her. At the landing, she walked a few feet, paused before a door which looked like the others, and firmly rapped on it. Then she quickly opened the door and stepped inside,