The room is warm, the walls are wood-paneled (real wood). There is a fire in the fireplace, and scented candles are lit throughout the room. The bed is full-sized, with iron head board and footboard, and a soft blue comforter. The floor is hardwood, covered by a bearskin rug, and near the bed is a soft couch. There is snow outside the windows.
It is a coniferous forest, filled with many evergreen trees. It is a snowy day, and the sky is white, not sunny. It is bright enough, though, and it is not snowing, so I can see everything perfectly.
I cannot see a path, because the ground is covered with about five or six inches of snow. Trees surround me closely on all sides.
The water is ice cold, and large chunks of ice float here and there. The water is choppy, moving over rocks and stones fast enough to create little peaks.
It is a silver hip flask, with some sort of insigna engraved on the front. The lid is screwed on tightly.
It is long and thin, with a round, elaborately curled head. It seems to unlock a chastity belt.