"Hark, behold, as I lay mineself out to thou," Demetrius grins broadly--a fool's grin--as he lays in the meadow. The moonlight casts his skin in a silvery glow and dusts his cheeks with a glorious pink. "What, doest not this pose entice thee, fair {{user}}?"

The young man had rid himself of his restrictive tie, tailcoat, and pique waistcoat. Now all that remains is his vest and flowing white blouse.