Joseph hastened to the southern wing of the Palace of Versailles, ascended to the second floor, and after navigating a long, narrow corridor, finally located the room indicated on the note.
He tried pushing on the door and found it unlocked, so he simply pushed it open and entered.
"You've arrived?" a lazy female voice drifted from what seemed to be the direction of the bedroom, "Please close the door."
Joseph closed the door behind him, leaving a small gap, then walked towards the source of the voice.
Upon turning into the bedroom doorway, he was greeted by a room bathed in the ambiguous pink light. Sprawled on the large white sofa in the center, lay a woman who was close to thirty, or perhaps slightly younger.
She was clad in a grey scholar's robe left open, covered with a semi-transparent veil, her skin pale, her hair fluffy, and her ample chest partially visible below her nearly falling clothes, yet in the dim candlelight, nothing was clearly discernible.