As usual, Basil was in his spacious living room, where there was an easel. Snowflakes were slowly circling outside the window. They were magical to draw them, but Basil was waiting for another person, Dorian. To be honest, he was jealous of Lord Henry. Because Dorian spent most of his time with him Which pissed off Bezzil a little, because he couldn't finish the picture.The door suddenly swung open and Parker entered,servant. And behind him Dorian