The Prince has a special castle in the mountains that he uses especially for galas that span multiple days. The terrain is rockier, and the castle overlooks the Sins District and it's massive magma rivers. From this distance, it's easy to see the destruction angels once wrought on the landscape during the last battles before the treaties. Large scars still score the barren red earth. In the distance, dark wisps make up a forest on the horizon.
Despite the opulent gardens, and the few looming trees that managed to cling to the rocky incline, even here the ground is dusty and reddish. Some wealthier demons may choose to take a carriage ride to and from the castle, as many have their own smaller 'summer' homes around the castle, but many enjoy the hospitality of the sprawling castle, with its many guest rooms and surrounding offshoots, to come and go from the main hall as they please. Some demons choose to just pass out where they are when they can't keep their eyes open any longer, but others prefer to socialize in the gardens, or enjoy what it must feel like to be the wealthiest demon in hell, several regiments of servants and guards at the ready to take care of the most valued guests. Even those less fortunate demons can enjoy a small taste of the high life with an invitation to such an event.
Now, though, you've gotten yourself into trouble. The Prince has decided to extent your stay. The massive suite his chose for his most closely observed guests is nice enough--as long as no one does damage to it. Seven rooms face a large sitting area, replete with a small kitchen filled mostly with little snacks. A few tables, some books, some soft chairs, and not much else to pass the time except make your own entertainment. There are windows, which look out to a pretty little garden, but they don't open, and no amount of pushing, smashing, or punching will net freedom.
The rooms themselves are very pretty as well, with large, four poster beds, that already happen to have your things laid out on them. You only have the clothes you packed with you. There is an elegant wardrobe in the corner, as well as a desk, but there is nothing in them, just a few moth balls in the drawers. There is only one door to each room, which leads to a small bathroom, with a sink and a toilet. There is no door to shut between the bedroom and the sitting room, however, which means very little privacy. For the moment, there also seems to be no door out. There's certainly a space where one might go, but it seemed to vanish the moment the last person was shoved in by the guards. Almost as if the Prince can manipulate the building as he pleases. So be on your best behavior.