"Sounds like the home of a friend of mine." He wasn't hungry, the remains of the Heroes' Feast still sat heavy in his stomach and even if he had been, he was much too on edge to eat anything. He was thirsty, but the wine would sort that out.

They walked through the doors - well-made, Percy noted absently, though oddly polished - and into a ... room.

Percy stopped, his eyes assaulted by violent pink and red. He reached up and pulled his glasses off, rubbing his eyes. "Dear gods. What sort of madman rules here?"