I wish I had a large wooden desk, the old kind with the built in mirror.

Dark, heavy, polished wood, with curves and carvings. A soft cushioned stool for my bum. With drawers, doors and hidden compartments. A place to write and study. A few journals and books. My bong on one side. My magical thingies on the other. Incense burning and candles flickering. A special place to rest from the world and pursue what I desire. No tech allowed. And when I feel pretty I might brush my hair and look into my own eyes and reflect on what true beauty is. I might wear my dresses and slips, to feel soft and feminine in the elements of my ardency. I love to fill the things around me with energy and I enjoy my own energy most of the time, so it could be a special place for me to feel like the priestess instead of the peasant the rest of the world sees.