The moment went quickly as soon as the words left his mouth. Kristina, standing there with the door open, wearing her robe, the robe that hugged her body. His eyes, tracing her curves, not believing his luck. Could this actually be real? He asked himself again, as he spoke the words, noticing a blank expression cross her face ever so briefly, then back to her senses. Looking at him, kissing him, more than he could of ever hoped for but still seeming not as much as he was promised. Her soft wet mouth tugging on his lower lip, her eyes growing wide then dissapearing behind her door.<br/><br/>That was it? "No that cant be," Erich muttered aloud. That card made it sound so much more than this. "This cant be right." He said to himself. She did kiss him yes, but that card made it sound like so much more. Suddenly Erich was angry. He had gotten his hopes up for this. Maybe expectations were a little high but he had assumed more than this. He was half tempted to call underColor and give them a piece of his mind. Of all the luck, he couldnt even keep a contest prize who was probably being paid to like him interested.<br/><br/>Then Erich stopped. His mind flashed to the look on her face. The look she had on her face when he said the color me fushia statement. Blank, almost like a hypnotic trance. In all of the hypno porn he had ever watched, the good stuff anyways, the suggestion was always placed in her head that she wanted what was happening. Maybe just a command wouldnt work, although it actually had, just not as he wanted. Maybe he had to tell her she wanted the action. It wasnt much to go on. It was just a porn plot afterall, but it was worth a shot. He turned back around going back to Kristina's apartment. Knocking on her door again, Erich called out, "Kristine, you want to invite me into your apartment. Youve wanted to invite me in for quite awhile now."