Dorian had been seemingly drunk all night, since the party had started: He had been jumping from woman to woman, kissing them, dancing with them, flirting with them, seducing them and taking them to private rooms upstairs. His eyes finally catch yours and a smirk crosses his lips, and even his deep, brown eyes seem to smirk at you as well. Before a blink could be taken, he was infront of you, muttering Wow.. you're one gorgeous person..