(( All the rooms? XD ))
One house. No wait, two houses. Hold up… One house, but two houses inside. Only connected by the basement. Yes? Yes. Alright from the top.
There was one house on the outside, with two separate doors on the left and right. Otherwise, the two sides were a mirror image, split down the middle by a drainpipe. On the right side is where Saetia lived, and the left side was Phisk’s abode. Saetia kept her side quiet, both in sound levels, and in style. Very neutral colors throughout, plain but comfortable furniture, little to no paintings up, etc.. The only painting was one that hung above her mantelpiece. It was a picture of an apple with a knife through it, and she seemed to completely forget about its existence as soon as she looked away.
Phisk’s side on the other hand, er, hoof, was full of hot colors. Reds, oranges, yellows, and so on. The furniture was very luxurious and lush, and colored in darker shades to stand out. Phisk loved to prance around her house in a BDSM get-up, singing to her hatchet in a made-up language. She also could be rather rambunctious with her toys. But despite these differences, both mares were very close, and often had long chats through the walls about nothing in particular. This time though, they had a conversation about their shared basement.
“Phisky dear?” Saetia said in her soft voice sitting down with her back against her bedroom’s wall that Phisk shared.
“Yes?” Phisk asked, her voice somewhat more energetic. In her right hoof she held her hatchet, which she could never bear to let go under any circumstances.
“Have you ever been down to the basement?” Saetia questioned.
“Once or twice. Why do you ask?” Phisk answered, nuzzling the wall where she could her Saetia’s heart beating.
“Well…” Saetia blushed a little. “It’s the only room we share.”
“Yes, your point?” Phisk asked.
“I just wanted to know if you would like to meet there.” Saetia said.
“You do know it’s barely five meters between your front door and mine, right?” Phisk giggled. Saetia giggled as well, still blushing a little.
“I’d love to.” Phisk answered, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I haven’t showered yet today.” Saetia made an affirmative noise, hearing a slight rustle as Phisk stood up, walking to her shower. Phisk entered her bathroom with a big grin. And turned on the shower to its hottest setting. “If you can hear me,” she called down the drain, not getting wet yet, “I hope you’re hungry~”