Go where? An excellent question. The host would have had a number of rooms available for their purposes, he imagined, because it wasn't as though it was unusual for this sort of thing to happen after a performance like this. Emrys wasn't sure exactly what kinds of rooms might be available to them, though, and he didn't know the other man well enough to know what to hope for. Would bringing him into a bedroom be too alarming, making the whole thing too real too quickly for Leo's fragile sensibilities? Or would trying to undress him on a dining room table make him feel cheap and used? There was no way to know; he'd just have to see what was available and take things as they came.

But Leo had downed his drink, which was more eagerness than Emrys had been expecting. He'd thought they'd be lingering here for another ten minutes, watching the performance and getting steadily more aroused before they ever found themselves alone. Instead, they were off. The moment of truth was approaching, then.

"Let's start with away from the crowd," Emrys suggested. He moved his arm away from Leo's back but let his fingertips trail over the bottom of his belt as he removed it, making eye contact so that the other man couldn't mistake the touch for something accidental. That was about as explicit as Emrys could be in a crowd of people, even if most of the people here were like-minded, so if Leo decided to follow him after that it was really his own fault if he got in over his head. With a flick of a smile, Emrys rose and retreated towards the hallway at the back of the room.

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