<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br/>3rd Floor Kitchen<br/>Talking to Courtney, Katherine, Draven, Avarice, and Catherine</span></strong></div><br/>Dorian's eyes had just about finished examining Catherine. She too was a good looking woman. He was going to have to talk to all of them eventually. Possibly even shoot all of them eventually. A small smile formed on his thin lips again. This place was going to be so good for his art. And his pocket book wouldn't suffer either. He'd noticed Courtney sauntering up to him, but chose not to acknowledge her until she spoke.<br/><em>"I'd like to see some of your work, if I'm going to agree to let you shoot me."</em><br/>Dorian slowly looked in her direction, noticing how close she had gotten. His smile broadened into a confident smirk. Did she think to fluster him thus? How fun. Dorian was going to enjoy shooting her. He nodded to her, his eyes seeming to glow with an inner mischief that most people couldn't seem to pick up on, simply assuming he was timid and bookish. He was bookish, but timid? What a joke. Again, Dorian was simply a man of few words.<br/>"Good. I'll talk to Ms. Myobi and set it up."<br/>Dorian was finding Courtney to be a whole bundle of entertainment. He and she were going to be very good friends very quickly.<br/><em>"Your a photographer right? I'm Draven. Nice to meet you."</em><br/>Dorian looked quickly at the man who'd spoken. It was, of course, Draven. The male model he'd noticed trying to cozy up to Avarice. His grin never faltering, he nodded that he was indeed a photographer. Draven was dressed casually, but he could tell he was trying to make a good impression. That was a good sign. The man was a people pleaser. That meant he would be easy to direct in shoots.<br/>"I'm Dorian."<br/>His smirk would have to suffice for the nice to meet you as Dorian wasn't in the mood to actually say it.