for the voyeur in you
Admit it. You would just love to nose around someone else's home and evaluate their decorative choices.
Me, too. But all too often, decorum and politeness (read: my mother's voice in my head) prevents me from saying, "Hey, could I see the upstairs?" Once I was at a work-related party in the department head's home. There were maybe 30 people there, the thing was catered, it was great but also was obviously a lot of work for the hosts.
I was among those staying to the bitter end, waiting for a ride from another guest. As the last people left, one guest said, "Hey, could I see the upstairs?"