Nobody built this room for one person. Each one is crowded with friends, on the beanbag, on the bed or at the keyboard. In most of them somebody is up on a little stage, with a lightstick or a dance move. Most chose a house with an upstairs, and both floors fill up. Under all the neon there is a palm or a big leafy monstera in almost every room, and a phone in nearly every hand.
Nobody in these rooms is anywhere near ready for bed, and the dance is still not quite right.