<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Scyle let out a small sigh as everything was washed away. Her attitude, her body, his downed mood. He turned off the water, invigorated by the immense heat. He grabbed one of the white towels off the rack, running it over his pale body. Interested, his body juiced his member a little. He smiled, giving it a small stroke but nothing too major. There were women that needed it far more anyway. He cracked his neck, wrapping the towel loosely around his waist. He stepped across the room, opening the door and stepping out, closing it behind him. As he turned around, one of the women stepped down the hallway. He smiled to her warmly, biting his lip.<br/>
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(@MacroFiend) "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Hello sweetheart. That drama downstairs kinda bummed everyone out. Care to fix it?</span>" His innocent voice sounded in the hall, following his question with a small wink and an obvious pass of his eye over her body, especially on the voluptuous chest.</span></span>​</div>