From the first day she set foot in Paris with Niles Crane she knew of the implications. As strong and irrefutable as the Eiffle Tower, Paris was undoubtedly for lovers only and she couldn't imagine it being any other way. Daphne herself was a hopeless romantic as the next person but she still had her mother's prim voice stuck in her head insisting that the hedonism of Paris was absolutely a sin.
'It is shameful how these unlawful jezebels run about like rebels out of Sodom.' That was the voice she heard as her and Niles boarded the elevator only to come face to face with a couple of very amorous lovers wrapped in an embrace who obviously weren't aware of the rest of the world beyond themselves. Daphne lowered her head in a feeble attempt to not rudely stare. They had eight floors of this to go and a deep red flush crept upwards high upon her cheekbones. She could only imagine the embarrassing awkwardness Niles was experiencing.
The music sounds lovely. I wonder what it is. She pondered to take her mind off of the scene unfolding before their eyes. The last thing she wished to be was a voyeur so she desperately wished she would be off the blasted elevator very soon. A soft ding rang out in the air as the car stopped and the two scurried off to their room.
"Oh thank God!" Daphne muttered with a smile to Niles. "I thought they were actually going to do it before we got off."
"Daphne, Love." Niles began as he rested his fingers on his chin. "I hate to embarrass you but they were doing it."
"Really?" Daphne gasped emitting a giggle.
"Yes." Niles confirmed with a nod. "That was the purpose of that horribly bland trenchcoat."
Daphne glanced at Niles with a grin as she remembered the elusiveness of the man's coat and the subtle movements of their bodies. It was the rhythmic motions of their hips that should have been a dead giveaway.
They made their way around their luxurious room with a king bed and a gigantic whirlpool and Daphne was so tempted to just jump in. They were heading out to a romantic dinner near the Eiffle Tower but after being witness to that elevator show her body was tempted to force Niles to stay inside for the night. She immediately went to the washroom to get ready before she actually changed her mind.
Comfortably seated to their tables enjoying a meal, Daphne took in all of her surroundings and noticed exactly just how many couples were openly expressing their love in public. It was all very new to her considering her strict English upbringing and their lives in America. It wasn't this freeing or strange to see. She remembered Niles talking about how he studied abroad here while in college and was curious about how he managed to process all of this? It was hard to imagine Niles in a city such as Paris. She was sure he would be open to the ideas of shedding his American upbringing and showing her the ways of Paris but she wasn't so sure if he'd be at ease about it. Hell, she wasn't sure how she'd go about trying to make love in inappropriate places. It's one thing to do it by accident and fall butt naked on her old apartment's sky light window but another to stand there in the open and do it. It was an intriguing idea and a girl could dream.
In the meantime, Niles was sitting across from her watching her eyes responding to the thoughts in her mind. Was it curiosity? Perhaps. She could have been thinking the same thoughts he did when he first came to the city. He hazarded a guess.
"This country has a very different outlook on love." Niles answered for her. "It's just the way it is. You do get accustomed to it but it takes time. Give it a couple days to set in and you will think nothing of it. I promise, Love."
"I know." Daphne smiled as she stood up from her seat. "I think it's all very romantic. Give me a few hours and I'll think it's erotic even. Let's go see some sights."