Nietzsche on his Balcony

This is how Ghibelline showed up at the Metropol. Very well dressed. Greenish wool jacket. Gray-going-on-green pants. Blue shirt. A neck so thick it looked like his head grew from his shoulders. He let himself be discovered under his clothes. Muscular. Biceps. Strong legs. A six-pack of abdominal muscles. The total opposite of a flabby and inexperienced Basilicato. Not Ghibelline. Deceitful face. A body that proclaimed "I was made to fornicate. " Sex in his eyes, making his way by deceit.

"Is Dorian here yet? " he asked the concierge.