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</div><br/><b>Name:</b>Hans Huisman<br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Hetero Sexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Atlanta<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday, 3rd July, 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa<br/><b>Wearing:</b>All Black, Long sweater, Jeans, - Except white shoes.<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Dun dun dun!<br/><b>Tagging:</b>All<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><br/><br/>It took a while to get over the initial shock of the pretty faces, before engaging his thoughts carefully. With his hands behind his back, body just shuffling from side to side, he watched carefully and with great interest as the picking progressed. He didn’t want to be too analytical about this but this lawyer's mind couldn't help but look to the finer details and an attempt to get a good read on all those who were present. It was part of the trade right? Cold reading. Analysis. Being  five steps ahead of the game.  Hans had locked in a smile, but not a pick just yet.  Each woman had a particular style, and beauty that made them unique and stand out. He could tell why the producers had picked each one.<br/><br/>Olivia with her bright smile, long bring locks that matched her latina eyes. Classic.<br/><br/>Aris might not be considered typical, some might even say the shows attempt to be diverse. But she was definitely a cute button.<br/><br/>Estrid - another wild card on the books. Hans had gulped just looking at her, the woman was a physical specimen.<br/><br/>Dom - The Black Widow, the velvet russian assassin. It’s what he thought about.<br/><br/>Daphne: Now look at those eyes, and that picture is a perfect face, gorgeous.<br/><br/>Cassandra: There was something wild about her looks, and down to earth too...it was tempting.<br/><br/>Brook: Young blonde bombshell, and quite bubbly too.<br/><br/>And Grace: Waw gorgeous, well put together. Classic Beauty.<br/><br/>And let’s not forget dreamy Marcus, - If he swung that way, he would have stepped up too.<br/><br/>Hans was glad he was the last picked, it gave him time to process, look at actions and interactions and see who stepped up to who first. He couldn't blame the girls. It was risky just going after one guy so early in the game. But there were some girls who just went all in, and Hans would make note of them. Those who were a bit more conservative or should he say selective? And those a bit more - open. As his mind whirred, he was caught off guard by Laura saying his name.<br/><br/>“Huh? Oh.” He blinked a few times registering that he was next, this certainly threw him off a half step, but he recovered his wits and laughed it off. Stepping up to the plate, his hands moving in front of him now, waiting expectantly.<br/><br/>Six girls stepped up.<br/><br/>“Waw…” He said, opening his mouth wide. “I am quite flattered, ladies.” he nodded towards them. The inner thoughts concealed. Six were presented but 8 were really on the table. Hans was too concerned about the males. Hans thrived on competition, calling it a blessing and a curse. His bottom lip caught in his lip, and the seconds seemed draw on for an eternity. He had to let his mind go, and not over think at this moment. Some called it “Gut” instincts, but his gut instincts were in a way thought out. Still a nagging problem began crawl it’s way out of his psyche. It appeared that one of the girls he had now settled on was there, but the other wasn’t?<br/><br/><br/>It was now or never. Could this be wrong?<br/><br/>His eyes scanned the gorgeous souls in front of him, eyes lingering one more time to see if something stood out, besides his obvious choice. He let out a breath and shook his heads.<br/><br/>“This is a hard man, wooo.” He said, with a chuckle trying to put himself at ease.<br/><br/>To play it safe or not? Hans locked in his decision and his hand went up, finger extended towards...<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">The woman who didn’t pick him. But he certainly had an interest in her. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Sorry Bro,”</span> He glanced at the tall man.It was nothing personal. Had he made an enemy, perhaps. But he was a line he was willing to thread. He knew what he wanted.  “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">Would you care to join me?</span>” he asked, his blue eyes locking into her brown eyes, pulling her in .</div>
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