Dorian didn't bother to stifle the quiet sound of appreciation as he eased out of his trousers. The fabric hung for a moment in the air before settling over the chair with a whisper. His gaze remained ahead, surveying the room with a calculated nonchalance. Every movement, from the peeling off of socks to the careful folding of his clothes, seemed executed with the sort of suggestive ease of a burlesque display.
Once fully undressed and without any hint of embarrassment, he stepped into the warmth of the bath with a sigh. His body, while not outwardly youthful, carried an ageless grace that resonated with the sophistication one might expect from the well-tailored garments he had shed and the way in which he spoke. The play of his muscles suggested a surprising strength beneath the refined exterior, and each movement was executed with a dexterity that hinted at both confidence and capability.
Leaning back against the tub and letting his arms reach out over the sides, Dorian cast a casual look toward one of the tables and chuckled under his breath. "I seem to have forgotten my wine." He said, before looking back towards Danta and the girl. "Be a dear and fetch it for me?" The request was directed to the room at large, before he added, "-and I rather think I would like to have you make her moan my name. Once we've all had a bit more wine, of course."
Once fully undressed and without any hint of embarrassment, he stepped into the warmth of the bath with a sigh. His body, while not outwardly youthful, carried an ageless grace that resonated with the sophistication one might expect from the well-tailored garments he had shed and the way in which he spoke. The play of his muscles suggested a surprising strength beneath the refined exterior, and each movement was executed with a dexterity that hinted at both confidence and capability.
Leaning back against the tub and letting his arms reach out over the sides, Dorian cast a casual look toward one of the tables and chuckled under his breath. "I seem to have forgotten my wine." He said, before looking back towards Danta and the girl. "Be a dear and fetch it for me?" The request was directed to the room at large, before he added, "-and I rather think I would like to have you make her moan my name. Once we've all had a bit more wine, of course."
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
