Dorians room is much like what would be expected of him. Adorned with lavish luxuries, the dark decor is sensual and stylish. The tall walls are covered in intricate patterns while old ornate architecture lines the roof. Everything is masterfully laid out, stolen from era's since past and melded together in a fusion of eloquent style.
 The wide bookshelf's, his paper covered desk with a lamp light, the small wine rack, the warm open fire place, the freestanding modesty panel, the couches and all the way to the large enticing four post bed with flowing satin curtains. Everything fit perfectly with space to compliment the rest.

Dorian places down the bottle he was examining into a pale of ice as he strides towards Sophia. Closing the distance with three simple steps. His eyes locked with hers the whole time.

"Escusentoeur Elenü'bré"
with a smooth exotic accent the strange words fluently roll off his tongue as he leans in close to her, one arm reaching behind.

From behind Sophia comes the familiar and earlier expected creek of the large solid doors as they come to  a close and a click that signals the locking mechanism falling into place. 

Dorian spins on his heels and is suddenly gone from that space before her as he makes his way towards the nearby table where an antique record player sits. The scratching of the needle slowly gives way to an [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GhfhkqLYqS0]unexpected melody[/url]. Spinning back around to face Sophia he smiles politely as with a small flourish of his hand he bows deeply before her. 

As he raises to meet her gaze, one hand firmly held behind his back, the other is held out for her to take in the way a gentleman would ask a lady to dance.

[@CandiBarr]