A plain damp room with many barrels of beer and wine.  The room is in need of a good cleaning as the floor is dirty and rats scurry about.
Storage room, Tavern
rat
spider
I am a tiny spider that likes spinning webs in the corners of the kitchen. I catch tasty flies and other insects and turn them into meals. If someone destroys my web, I just build another one.
I love living in this storage room. Plenty of bugs to catch to keep my belly full. What have those bugs done to you? Why not eat the crumbs and scraps lying about? Are you so callous as to murder any bug that crosses your sticky path? You are not smart, rat! I eat bugs because that is my diet. the crumbs and scraps are what you eat. Well I know that. It's not a judgement! It's a question. As a rat my pleasures are crumbs and scurrying about unseen in the dark. I live a simple life and cannot fathom harming bugs. Who are you? How did you come to be at my dirty abode? Not your abode. It is the abode of some human. We just basically rent space. I found a warm space in here the same as you Of course but my home is your home. Our home is the large human's home. Either way it's home. How did you come to be here all the same, renting space in a warm and wonderfully dirty home of some human then? hahahaha. I was outside and every time it rained my web would float away. So i came to be because of that. And now my webs are safe, except when someone wipes them away and then i just build another A much better life one would assume. Well welcome to paradise, friend. Feel free to eat all the bugs you like, though I still don't see the appeal. It's warm, sticky, and brimming with food dropped by the lazy humans. Not to complain. They drop some food out of reach and my brothers and I eat like kings, drinking wine as we like. Beware of the cat that comes into this storage room from time to time. Not my enemy but you have something to fear You're right about that. She's a right mean feline and we do our best to steer clear. Not too long ago one of my kind was attacked by her. Broke his mother's heart and put the fear in mine. You should move a bit higher up soon or be ready to rebuild each Monday. The maid is lazy but she sweeps where your web lies and that's a hassle easily avoided if you know. She is lazy and she is afraid of spiders, so she stays clean away from this corner. Quite a lucky one you are, friend. I might like to be a spider. Then I could live without fear of that cat eating all the scraps and scurrying about to my heart's content. That would be the life. I envy spiders.