In the spaceless void between dimensions, in a pocket universe attached to a more standard-sized one, there is a room. 

The room looks different every time this happens. 

This time, the room is an office in soft colors, the walls powder blue, the desk a solid, rich mahogany, the carpet a plush cream you could sink into up to the ankles, and the chairs on either side of the desk both upholstered in a dark maroon and so plush you'd have to make a will save to get out of them. 

On one side of the desk is a woman in a pinstripe skirtsuit, hair up in a businesslike chignon, hands interlaced on the desk, smile kind but not intimate.