The Duke was in heat his body begging for release. His gaze intense as he anticipated what was to come. His mind raced with desire as his body prepared. A new Wriothesley statue revealing every curve every muscle. The images before him were a tantalizing preview of hidden pleasures. Each one more arousing than the last. He imagined running his hands over the smooth lines of his body a fantasy come alive. The tension building with every thought. This was more than just art it was an invitation. An undeniable call to satisfy his deepest urges. The atmosphere grew thick with desire every image fueling his fire. He craved the forbidden the exhilarating. He was ready to explore the depths of this passion. To surrender to the intoxicating thrill of pure arousal. Every detail of Wriothesley's form was a masterpiece. A testament to unspoken desires. He yearned for the touch the feel the release. The forbidden fruit of his longing. This was not just an experience it was an awakening. A full embrace of his hidden nature.