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[Oh, look, it's Dorian Gray! Everyone remembers Dorian Gray, right? Sweet kid, a little naive, recently got scolded at the royal audience? Well, today you wouldn't believe it, not from how very self-possessed he looks, how pleased, how utterly brazen.

One might think that someone who just got publicly called out and punished might feel more need to keep their head down and be discrete, but apparently not. Every actor needs an audience, and this actor, at least, seems to be particularly committed to enjoy the show he's putting on. Feline in recline, he speaks as one who savours language, gesturing in smooth, languid movements. He is the 1890s Aesthete come to life, in all its hedonistic glory, and he is here to share.]

How dreary we all are getting. It's the fin de siècle all over again, but with far less Oscar. Or Yeats, for that matter. [Suitably, mockingly dramatic:] "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

[And here's a scoff.] I'm not feeling it. We are meant to be the court of tradition, of love, of welcoming the apocalypse. And yet I haven't seen even one orgy in my time at Caer Glaem. Frankly, I'm unimpressed.

[The headshake turns back into that canary-eating smile, and he purrs out his proposal for fixing this shameful problem.]

So tonight, at the sun's setting, I'll be holding a, ah, ritual in the Magi's Workroom. Wine from Mandragora Estates—top of the line, for those tragically ignorant of the most up-and-coming vinery in the Drabwurld—and various other substances. Children not invited.

It's a protection ritual, for the record. It would be so very unsuitable to be decadently useless in our embrace of the End. Try to bring yourself as magically charged as you can.

[ooc: THERE WILL BE NO LOG FOR THIS I am not going to put up an actual orgy log dear god. But this a thing Dorian will really be doing, any character can come as long as they're over the age of consent. Wine, drugs, and sex, all night. Technically, it really is an actual magical ritual.]

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[INTERNAL SCREAMING. Emil has no thoughts. They're all gibberish screaming sounds and horror.]

Dorian?! [His voice definitely cracked.] Dorian what kind of ritual is that?!

[YES THIS WILL BE FUN GONNA HAVE FUN WITH IT YEAH]

[Straightfaced] A protection ritual, as I said.

Protection is very important, Emil.

What sort of protection are we talking about?!

Don't tell me Marta and Richter never talked to you about it.

Why would they bring it up?! [Wait no back up a second here.] Why are you bringing them up in this context?!

As I said, it's important. You seem to have been overlooking it.

What am I overlooking? You're being so vague!

I can be explicit, if you like.

Explicit? [He knows, logically, that Dorian is just using that word to wind him up.

In other words, he doesn't really expect Emil to ask. Therefore, it's safe to ask.]

Go ahead!

Very well.

[Dorian smiles and leans back in his chair. And in a pleasant voice, he begins to paint a picture.]

Imagine, if you will, yourself, Marta, and Richter. The lighting is low, pleasant. It flickers over their features. The bed is large enough for three. Imagine—

All right, all right, all right--!!

[And something in him shifts and changes and a moment later the shrieks aren't so high-pitched but his voice is still higher than it should be for him.]

Enough already! Don't bring Marta into this with that guy!

Oh, Aster. Well, in your case, there's no need to imagine Richter. Just Marta will do. Perhaps start by imagining everything about her lips.

Argh! I regret interrupting but I have to hear it no matter if that kid is out or not!

[Aster doesn't even know what to say to make him stop. What will make Dorian stop?]

A-Anyway what you're talking about involves a lot of people!

That is the point of an orgy.

Then don't talk about Marta being in one!

[grin]

I wasn't.

Bullshit!

Oh, no. But it is the truth. Remember?

There's always a way around stupid rules like that and you'd be the one to find'em!

Then let me be perfectly clear: I was referring to you and Marta having sex. Alone. Together.

Or with Richter in a threesome, in Emil's case.

Aurgh!!! [Wait no why is he suffering this alone?]

Say that again!

[And just like that, Emil blinks, still bright red.]

Oh no are we still talking?!

We are. Your other half swapped out. He was running away from me.

[And Dorian's words carry the undeniable weight of the truth.]

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Oh, so you do have a sense of shame, after all. This is very good to know, Aster!

H-Hey! You're a girl, shouldn't you be angry about all this?!

Oh, I already let him have it for other reasons. We came to an understanding. [Dismissive handwave, w/e, w/e BACK TO YOU ASTER!]

I'm surprised you're getting as flustered as you are. It's actually really charming.

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