<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br/>3rd Floor Kitchen, talking to Courtney, Avarice and Katherine</span></strong></div><br/>Dorian's keen eyes surveyed the crowd that was beginning to form in the kitchen. He disliked crowds. It was harder to remain silent when there were more people able to notice you. The golden orbs in his face narrowed as Avarice entered the room. Her strut, her body language, her eyes, her aura of complete superiority. All of them were very off putting. He'd heard of her and seen her before, but had never worked with her or spoken to her. Not that the latter was much to speak of. He'd rarely spoken to anyone but Ms. Myobi that worked at Waxing Rhapsodic. Avarice didn't give him a bad vibe. He just had no reason to consort with her. He'd never been asked to do a shoot with her, so she wasn't really on his radar. She was hot, but that didn't mean much. She wasn't very submissive and that's what he was interested in. Courtney seemed to have all the right things he was looking for in a model. He was considering asking her to do a shoot with him for the gallery. He had a feeling she'd be interested.<br/>"I'd like to do a shoot for the gallery with you if you're interested Courtney..... You too Katherine."<br/>He looked around at the others who'd come in. At Avarice, whom he looked past rather quickly, having nothing really to say to her, to Catherine, who'd walked in only moments before and made a comment about a party. She was rather attractive too. In fact, Dorian had yet to see any of the models that he didn't find physically attractive. Draven was an acception, but Dorian was straight. Even so, he could appreciate how well built he was.