[And from the smooth surface of the sterile walls, he groped for the door handle, only to grasp onto a knocker that was far too plush to open any doorways.. except...

to..

debauchery.]

Ahi...

[...It was by far the softest thing he had ever touched in his entire life of strict celibacy...]

MAH...MAdre di Dio!

[Maxwell's face bleached from solid alabaster to liquid sangria, and before he thought to lurch away, his overly demure body crumpled and thudded back on the floor.]