setting: wedding festivities of sehzade bayezide of the ottoman empire and duchess friederike of germany; sasso corbaro castle with: @vzrahmad
The festivities bloom as the evening transpires and guests become inebriated, António following suit with grace. A casual and social drinker, he knows well of his own boundaries, and consumes as to entertain himself and other but not make a mockery of his respectable position. Regardless, he finds himself in the midst of exuberant and skilled dancers, and with complete disregard for the embarrassment, attempts to accompany the Ottoman entertainers, although maintaining a sense of ridiculous. António is aware he's most definitely not blending in with the rest of the moving crowd, be it because of his bright red and golden attire or his obvious lack of talent, so he proudly stops himself, receiving an amicable smile from one of the performers, who seems perhaps flattered to see a Western man join in their activity. As he thinks to himself, he steps back to take yet another glass of the served wine. There's more to come in this evening, he is certain of it.