[Crowds weren't foreign to him, having spent years of his life traveling around the Imperium's largest cities, its capital in particular prone to congested streets at midday closest to the open market. Yet even the grand sprawling pavilions of Minrathous stood a far distance from resembling this city; its towering structures of glass and steel, unusual noises, and flagrant display of sex acts was second to none.
The last of which preoccupied Dorian most now. Polite and full of civility as he could be, he was unaccustomed to the sheer crudeness of the festival - if that was what this was - and the lack of discretion among its participants. It was difficult to shock him, but all of his own experience was kept behind closed doors, never spoken in company, better left forgotten with idle chat over breakfast.
This distraction led him straight into someone else in a brief collision of shoulders. Dorian withdrew and cleared his throat. An apology sat on his tongue, at least until he caught a good look at the stranger's expression, where instead concern bled in.]
new flesh like a glove
The last of which preoccupied Dorian most now. Polite and full of civility as he could be, he was unaccustomed to the sheer crudeness of the festival - if that was what this was - and the lack of discretion among its participants. It was difficult to shock him, but all of his own experience was kept behind closed doors, never spoken in company, better left forgotten with idle chat over breakfast.
This distraction led him straight into someone else in a brief collision of shoulders. Dorian withdrew and cleared his throat. An apology sat on his tongue, at least until he caught a good look at the stranger's expression, where instead concern bled in.]
Excuse me, are you all right?