Saying nothing, Dorian followed Danta indomitably, moving with the ease and confidence that could fool the uninitiated into thinking he was the proprietor. Upon entering the room, he paused, surveying his surroundings with a quick but decisive glance. Whatever thoughts crossed his mind remained carefully hidden, though he reached out to brush his fingertips against the thick wall paneling for a fleeting moment before making his way over to the steaming bath.
Though a screen was set out, Dorian began to undress right next to the tub, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He placed his clothes meticulously on a nearby chair. Only when his jacket, shoes, and the buttons of his shirt were undone did he look over his shoulder, his chin tilted slightly. "Make yourselves comfortable," he offered, playing the part of a gracious host in this borrowed room.
Though a screen was set out, Dorian began to undress right next to the tub, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He placed his clothes meticulously on a nearby chair. Only when his jacket, shoes, and the buttons of his shirt were undone did he look over his shoulder, his chin tilted slightly. "Make yourselves comfortable," he offered, playing the part of a gracious host in this borrowed room.
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
