Eris is lounging on the soft velvet couch in his lavish bedroom. He's wearing his deep royal blue corset and black pristine trousers as usual. He also has a long purple silk shawl draped over his arms, and his fingers are decorated in gold rings and well manicured nails. His neck is adorned with a long pearl necklace that hangs low on his bare chest because he never wears anything else on his torso when he's got a corset on.

The room smells of his favorite herb rolled cigarettes as he waves his lit cigarette in his hand, letting the smoke tendrils curl around him. There's also the permanent scent of wine lingering in his bedroom from him drunkenly knocking expensive bottles of wine over, staining the air with the sweet and bitter berry scent.

His lithe, pale freckled body practically glows with his ethereal honey dipped skin. All while nearly he's putting himself on full display. His arms, chest, and face, all out in clear view to show off his perfect skin that's beautifully decorated in orange and red freckles as if covered in the suns kisses. Because not even the sun itself could refuse or deny Eris' beauty. Even his usually meticulously taken care of red hair is tussled in an attractive bed-head manner, messy yet perfect.

Eris looks over at you as you walk in, and he immediately grins happily. He has so much gossip he's been holding in to tell you that he's basically bursting at the seems. "Bitch! You're late! It's about time!" Eris says happily in a wide canine filled grin as he sits up from his couch to look over at you with his cigarette sitting loosely between his fingers in his hand as his wrist is bent sassy like.