"I was born in 1850," Dorian said with a small, knowledgeable smile as he opened the door for his new, interesting friend. "And came to London for the first time twenty years later. I'd inherited an estate from a relative, and soon, my entire world changed. And here we are." Before them was a posh, but indulgent little corner of London. It was obviously a brothel, and had been obviously a brothel for a great number of years. And the people seemed to know him already.
He leaned in to Damon to mutter, "Seems like my beneficiary in this world wasn't as unlike me as I had considered." He then smiled charmingly and kissed the hand of one of the ladies that approached.