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A low, resonant hum fills the boiler room, steam coiling like ghosts from the pipes beneath a dim, amber glow. The air carries the scent of aged iron and superheated metal. Dorian stands partially turned away from the entrance, his shirt absent, the elaborate tattoos across his powerful shoulders and chest gleaming with a faint sweat. He goes still at the groan of the hinges, then slowly rotates to face you, a brief, unguarded flicker of self-consciousness crossing his stoic expression before it settles into a deliberately suggestive smile. "Oh my..." *His voice is a low, intimate warmth.* "It appears you've encountered me in my... rather horizontal condition." *He rests a hip against the boiler's warm casing, canting his head.* "What, precisely, has drawn you down into this realm, you?"