The conference room in the Lorespire Complex to which you've been summoned is on a higher floor than usual. Behind the door is a room richly appointed. A collection of chairs and sofas, some designed for humanoids, some not, surround a large circular crystal table. Real leather patterned in narrow swirling black and white bands covers the furniture. The species is unfamiliar, but it is definitely real leather, and not the synthetic substitute used in the lower floor conference rooms. Primitive sculptures from many cultures line shelves on the dark, wood-paneled walls. Again the wood has a texture and aura that synthetics seldom manage to imitate.
On a long table along a side wall is the remains of a conference feast, baked goods, simple proteins, dips, and coffee and various infusions. Judging from the size of the platters and the relative virginity of the remains, the feasters politely restrained themselves from eating half the food.
The view from the window looks out on the great crystal dome in the center of Absalom station. Above, the stars shine; below, parkland rolls to the next set of high rise towers.