Western light pours through eleven feet of silk sheers at dusk, catching against artesanal silverleaf walls, until the entire room begins to glow from within. A cognac crystal chandelier hangs from a euphoria-painted ceiling overhead, turning every surface golden, while mink velvet curtains frame the windows like a stage.

Modern chairs in the same deep mink encircle a marble table set for ceremony, and in the adjacent hallway, a 1890 painting of Bacchus watches over the threshold. The silverleaf catches every gesture and the candlelight softens everything it touches, the kind of room that makes an evening feel inevitable.