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</div><b>Name:</b>Marcus Heidrich<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>München (Munich), Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, 4th of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa competition area<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Red shorts, red bowtie, horns upon his head, and a devil's smile.<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Grace (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>), Open.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Adrenaline was already rushing through Marcus' veins when the game started. His gaze was cast toward the far side of this little stage where all ladies were standing... and he would be a damned fool and a liar if he were to say that there was one who did not illicit some form of reaction in him. All of them were beautiful, every single one, and he began to understand why so much popularity has congregated around this show... Some looked like they were sculpted from marble, carefully chiseled into perfection by an artisan's hands that never knew a mistake in their life... and he had to judge them when the time came for him to make a choice to the question. <br/>
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But now was not that time. Not yet, at least.<br/>
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Grace's steps seemed almost akin to a ballet dancer, taking each step with care and measure, eyeing each man just to decide whether they would or could be capable of a deed such as exotic dance. There were other men who were more suitable than him, though his surprise reached the apex point when she placed her hands upon his cheeks. He obliged and gave her no resistance, leaning down to return the kiss with equal measure. His lips, still fairly hydrated, were dry but soft and he moved them with gentle motion, caressing every nerve in Grace's lips while their tongues performed their elegant dance, sharing the taste was now being mixed... and his still carried the flavor of yogurt and blueberries.<br/>
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His head rose slowly when she released him, and with a polite, yet wide smile he uttered <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Sorry. I was never good at exotic dances. I did some ballroom dancing, however, but it is not as interesting as striptease."</span> Already, a faint tint of red crept upon his cheeks, though he retained his composure marvelously, waiting for the next question and the next contender.​</div>