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The Victory Hotel in Soufoot District on Cap Isle is a multi-storey hotel of plain brown stonework.  It’s slightly taller than the buildings around and separated from them by a concrete plaza in front – stark low walls and benches. At the front is a semi-circular driveway under an awning.  At the rear a space containing something – possibly a pool or a Sportsball court – behind high walls.  

It’s an ugly brown box, looming above its patrons in the darkness.

Beneath the awning, glass doors to a lobby beckon, at night, shaded lamps give a yellow cast off more brown stonework and earth-toned fabric furniture.        

Inside the lobby, the high-ceiling is lost in shadows and there is indirect lighting from lamps and wall fixtures only.  A bank of chocolate-coloured metal elevator doors sit off to one side next to a wide stone staircase leading up to a destination out of view.  On the other side, frosted-glass double doors lead somewhere undescribed by signage.  Several couches with mustard-fabric and low tables are scattered around for waiting purposes.  Opposite the entry doors, is a large, brownstone reception desk, inset with metal panels throwing muted yellow light.  One’s shoes may echo slightly on the stone floor.

A receptionist, is likely standing behind the desk and may even enquire whether one needs assistance?

If one is seeking the private function rooms, the receptionist may direct them to level 15, and even call an elevator.

Private Function Rooms

On Level 15 the doors open to a foyer, still keeping with the yellow-and-brown décor theme, but with more emphasis on fabric coverings and less on bare stonework.  There are several sets of glass doors opening from the foyer here, all onto secondary anterooms with other, opaque doors that preserve the privacy of whatever might be happening beyond.  Discreet signs indicate the rooms’ status. 

Beyond the anteroom, the inner doors lead to a short L-shaped corridor, which turns to opens out onto the private room proper.  

The rooms are typically warmly lit, and maintain the hotel’s apparently universal brown-and-mustard styling. 

When Lia experienced the room, it was set with a dining table with two chairs near the centre of the room, though slightly offset, a candle flickering in a glass sconce.  To one side is a couch with and some soft chairs with a low table and a lamp.  Another door, closed, leads off to the side.

Soft, slightly jazzy music was playing through an entertainment system.