Imagine if Tarzan moved to Studio 54 and brought all his jungle glam with him. This massive room is dripping in lush vibes—camel couch for lounging, vines hanging like your last shred of innocence, a fireplace overflowing with disco balls (because why the hell not), and walls that scream “rich bitch” in tiger wallpaper and sleek black. Hot pink curtains flirt with a zebra rug while a black loveseat whispers secrets in the corner.

Where kitsch meets kink with a wink. 70’s centerfold magazine wallpaper (something is hiding in the bush) wraps you in retro sex appeal, orange vintage loveseat screams “sip martinis and spill tea,” and a fringe lamp adds drama like only the ‘70s can. Mushroom butts (yes, really), rainbow Christmas lights, gold velvet, and emerald green make this the set where naughty meets nostalgic. Vanity area? Of course. This room knows it’s the moment.

Small but spicy. This is your rock & roll jungle bodega fantasy, packed into a moody little room with a “Welcome to the Jungle” neon sign daring you to behave (spoiler alert: you won’t). Vinyls and tropical leaves line the walls, a black velvet record player and pink guitar are just begging for a sultry prop moment, and the emerald green loveseat practically licks its lips when you walk in. Tropical leaves, disco balls, and pink accents scream main character energy.

Welcome to the romantic daydream you didn’t know you needed. Emerald green walls, dripping in cottage-core energy. Gold mirrors scattered like a thrifted treasure hunt, over five feet tall y’all, and a chandelier that says royalty, but make it witchy. Fairy lights, faux cow-skin rugs, a brass canopy bed, macramé, and more greenery than your last yoga retreat. It’s sweet. It’s sensual. It’s got disco balls, because of course it does.

Think Barbie grew up and started throwing parties in a sequin-splattered nightclub. Sequin walls, neon signs that wink at your inner diva, and fringe so flirty it should come with a warning. An inflatable chair and layers of glitz make this space the ultimate sugar-and-spice fantasy. Slide into your alter ego with the chrome centerpiece: a glorious pole ready for your wildest femme-fatale fantasies. Whether you’re working the pole or just working the angles, this is where bad bitches are born.

For the bold, the curious, and the unapologetically spicy. Black walls cradle you in pure seduction, lit by neon signs and accented by a neon light St. Andrew’s cross for the dramatic flair with heavy chains. Your favorite ‘f-word’ swirls across the wall, as though it’s screaming at the top of it’s lungs. Bondage gear galore. A black light option flips the switch to after-dark debauchery. Want to go softer? Inflate the mattress, slip on some satin sheets, and serve luxurious lust.