Secunda vita

Although I do not generally like closed places in SL, the Victorian houses made an exception. Just wander in the rooms, listen to music and hear the poets whisper...

We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.

The Harlot's House, Oscar Wilde