"Gordy laid his hand against the palmplate in the captain's bright red door. There was a chime, followed by a subdued 'Come.'
The door slid open
Priscilla crossed the threshold on the boy's heels, then stopped and frankly stared.
Once again she was overwhelmed by spaciousness. Shelf after shelf of booktapes, bound books, and music-tapes lined one wall. On another hung a tapestry worked in dark crimson, dull gold, jade, and azure, a twining geometic design at once restful and surprising. Below that was a unit bar; to one side of it was another shelf of tapes interspersed with bric-a-brac. Straight ahead, in the center of the room, two chairs faced a wooden desk supporting a computer screen and two untidy piles of hard copy. To the left of the desk was a closed door bearing a diagonal red stripe. A deep, hedonistic chair was placed at an angle to the corner; several books and a sketch pad were piled helter-skelter on the carpet nearby, while more books littered the nearer low table. The second of the set supported a chessboard. Seated on the edge of the sofa and bend over the board was a white-haired man in a dark blue shirt."
From Conflict of Honors by Steve Miller and Sharon Lee