Mrs Hudson's Upstairs

A narrow staircase ascends from Litefoot's modest dining room to a warren of small, cluttered chambers above. The wood creaks underfoot, echoing with the muffled rhythms of Victorian London outside. Upstairs, rooms are tucked under the eaves with sloping ceilings, their walls lined with mismatched wallpaper that smells faintly of lavender polish. One such chamber serves as Leela's dressing space—its single dormer window casts needle-thin light over a carved mahogany dresser where hooks hang her new attire. The scent of beeswaxed floorboards mingles with the faint metallic tang of hidden tools secreted within inner pockets of the gown, ready for infiltration.