What else is there to say? Truly befitting of someone from the Extinguished Torch Academy; the performance is already ample even without a single word spoken.
Also, why does his flamboyant gesture not feel greasy at all? Is it really that good looks grant forgiveness for everything?
The only hope for the men present is for the door that Dominico is leaning on to vanish swiftly; otherwise, who knows how long he'll keep up this forced act.
Perhaps their wishes were heard by the Official; finally, under Dominico's continuous seductive glances, the door began to show signs of disappearance.
Dominico naturally straightened his body, stretching lazily in an exceedingly elegant manner, a move meant to avoid a tumble upon the door's vanishing.
Following that, he took two steps forward, deeply inhaled the scent of the rose in hand once more, and then flicked his wrist powerfully.
His emerald hair fluttered in the air, while the phantom petals scattered all around.
