<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000"><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Scyle was left remarkably astounded, no, STUPIFIED by the brash nature of the woman. She... was really going to sit there and bitch like a child over a little fun? Scyle immediately lost any interest in performing, watching as the woman cursed at him as she stepped away. He thought it would have been a good idea to taunt her, make her that much hornier to the point where she rode until they both exploded. He was so wrong.<br/>
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He shook his head of the drama, redressing and wanting to wash the filth of the woman off of him. Both her body and her emotions. He stepped away from the main area, heading up into the residential area of the giant structure. He looked over the rooms, trying to find the specific one assigned to him. Finally, he found it with a relieved sigh. He opened the door and closed it behind him, looking at the lavish room. He sighed, the arrogant woman already spoiling his mood. He undressed, throwing everything onto the couch. This moment wasn't so much a defeat as a restart. She soiled him with her childish ways, stepping into the bathroom as his pale figure needed the cleansing. He turned the faucet on to the most extreme heat, needing her off at all costs. The boiling hot water didn't phase him as he stepped in, rather it felt simply at home. A thick steam filled the shower as he took the soap all over his body, his head shaking.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Ridiculous...</span>"</span>​</div></span>