<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br/>3rd Floor Kitchen</span></strong></div><br/>Dorian almost felt stupid for speaking. Courtney ahd, most likely been the intended target for the question, but as it was, Dorian felt no embarrassment. Courtney had soft, almost delicate features, but still had a strength behind them. Dorian filed that away too. She would indeed be perfect for a few of his more risque silhouette portfolios. They were usually taken against a white screen and made so the entirety of the foreground was black. It was a form of art that few could master because it required precise attention to detail and even the slightest mistake could lead to the entire photo having to be restarted. Dorian was one of the few who could do it properly. He moved swiftly into the room and stood against a wall again, still close enough to not seem standoffish, but far enough so that they wouldn't expect him to contribute too much to the conversation. He was interested in them, but didn't feel it necessary to speak very much. As usual, he wasn't the talkative sort.<br/>"My main focus is erotic silhouettes and erotic couples shots. I also do some erotic solos with women in submissive atire and poses."<br/>He left it at that. The bare minimum for what was needed to be said. Nothing more. He probably could have said it in fewer words, but he didn't really care much about that. He was satisfied with the way his "spiced honey" voice rolled over the words. He was curious to how the women would respond to his voice. Courtney seemed to only have noticed his words before. He smiled inwardly, his bright gold colored eyes glinting with hidden mischief. People rarely paid attention to his eyes, writing him off as shy. Oh how wrong they were. Dorian just needed the right push. He wouldn't be in this business if he really was shy.