The Imperial palace's best torture chambers; apparently it's time for an extended debriefing which will probably be, in fact, pretty boring from the standpoint of the people doing it -
Ha ha, just kidding! Carissa is nowhere near that lucky.
She finds herself in a place that involves a remarkable amount of golden shiny, which is the color of the walls, floor, ceiling, all illuminated by ceiling lights bright enough to look like little pieces of Sun.
At various forcescreen-protected gold-plated desk stations around the room are unidentifiably rare books, alchemical reagents at the intermediate level, large gemstones in more colors than the rainbow actually has, exotic metals, and one shelf with an absolutely horrifying amount of spellsilver.
There's nobody visible in this room, but Carissa can't turn her head very far to see if anybody's lurking behind her. Her feet are spread uncomfortably far apart and affixed to the floor by anklets and chains that don't have very much give to them, her head is affixed in place by something that feels more like an arbitrary force spell.
Gold, to be clear on this point, is a usefully non-reactive coating; and hence often found all over the place, in very very high-end enchanter's workshops.
How is Carissa currently feeling about this?