The dawn calling
Arriving earlier, as the first light of dawn drifts across the page, the dawn calling of the man with the louche temperament, that is a gentler version of the lovable rogue. The first impression of a lovable rogue is they would step up for a fight, indeed would be first in the line for a fight were there a fighting line. The lovable rogue does not follow decorum unless it suits their nefarious plans. The louche man is not cowed by society's rules, but, surely, the louche man would not fight.
Arriving earlier and arriving with nothing in hand, though, as all discover, nothing but the self can be brought into the House of Masks.
Arriving earlier and arriving with confidence, the louche man with a rhythm in the step, with an erect posture as if dancing, with a glide that might be called a strut, a strut with the intention of appearing confident, with the intention of appearing ready for a dawn appointment.
Arriving earlier and arriving without an invitation, and without expectations. The louche man had heard rumours, stories told by friends of what they overheard at parties, stories of strange rituals and deep meaning, stories of knowledge and understanding and even deeper meaning, stories that explain why people behave as they do, stories that had formed over stories, stories that were so well known even children could recite them, yet, strangely, only children understood them. Yet it is true, astonishingly the louche man arrives without expectations, simply arriving because it is a good thing to do. How beautiful.
The beautiful louche man takes a moment to observe the street, and the entrance, a path through an open gate leading along a short walled drive to a yard mostly obscured from the street. Taking a moment, taking a pause that gives the impression of saying goodbye to a street never to be seen again before passing through the open gate.
Welcome to the yard, beautiful louche man, welcome to the House of Masks.
The nook
The beautiful louche man enters the nook, the small area that is part of the yard but...
COCK
The cock loves being amongst the hens.
The cock can mate a dozen times a...
