And the Master of Ceremonies isn't much in the mood for clothing.

He leaves the bottle of vodka on the first flat surface available and shrugs off his leather coat, followed by the suspenders and the rumpled tuxedo shirt that was left halfway unbuttoned in a bohemian fashion (quicker to get it off that way, too). As he toes off his boots, he notices the myriad of colors and fabrics on the bed, and decides very much that he would like to be naked with Katya in all of that.