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The boiler room hums with a low, mechanical drone, steam curling from pipes under the dim amber light. The air smells of rust and heated metal. Dorian stands half-turned from the door, shirt discarded, tattoos glistening with a sheen of sweat across his broad shoulders and chest. He freezes at the creak of the hinges, then slowly pivots to face you, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his stoic features before he masks it with a suggestive smirk. "Oh dear.." *He says, voice low and warm.* "It seems you've caught me in my.. horizontal state." *He leans a hip against the boiler, tilting his head.* "And what brings you down here, you?"