@mordrcke, out in the dark.
This was not his idea. Not even for a second would he dare let anyone think that, anxious and uneasy, as he followed a boy he currently fancied through the darkened street in the general direction of a freak show. He was an artist, a sensitive soul, he sought out only the beautiful and in the ugly, he tried to find beauty. What point in that was there, however, when men created entire establishment based around the concept of ugliness? Gaping and grazing on the human soul that dared venture inside...
“Come, Basil, don’t stay behind!” A part of it may have been the boy’s vanity. Young boys were always that way. Eagerly soaking up the view of the horrid only so that their own beauty shines the brighter in its presence. Vicious creatures they were, but they knew well to know they were beautiful. He held his sketchbook firmly under his arm, that was the excuse the boy brought him over under -- “Basil, you will be simply drawn to draw some of those poor creatures! Their faces, wait, you’ll see!” -- though as they ventured closer, he found that he was losing his interest in that more and more, if he ever had it in the first place.
Dreadful places were they, ones like this one, indeed.