Perhaps it could be called scoping out the competition, perhaps it's simply supporting his fellows in the industry. (Or perhaps, even, he's looking for a change of scenery) Whatever the reason, George is attending with a genuine—if restrained—joy carved into his face. He loves to see sex work celebrated for what it is, and forced into the shadows, hidden behind locked doors and hushed voices.

He keeps to the sidelines for most of the evening, though. Nursing a drink and watching others mingle. He doesn't want to draw too much attention and accidentally give the impression that he's here to poach clients, after all.