Roaring warmth

A small cloud of dust billowed into the air as Ferdinand Dread fell to his knees upon the carpet. The small crowd surrounding the nearby piano failed to notice and carried on singing merrily. Ferdinand tipped his head and stared at the chandelier. Flames leapt all along the twinkling crystal; a reflection of the roaring warmth below.

He crawled toward the piano, then beneath it as the singing reached a crescendo and the group burst into exuberant laughter.

"I must declare the fact that I am fatigued beyond compare" giggled Lady Charlotte, face flushed.

Sir Gordon Gutsface, the pianist, laughed hard. "There is nothing quite so invigorating as a vigorous choral burst!"

Beneath the Piano, Ferdinand began to urinate copiously up and down Lady Charlotte's legs. This was his time, his moment and his victory.