<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><div style="text-align: center">Scyle. A being who needed no introduction, introduced himself to the mansion in a cloud of black wisps. He brushed back the ebony hood on his jacket, staring up at the elaborate set up with an excited smile.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">I'm liking what I see so far</span>," he said as his white eyes paced about the structure. One seemed here already, how many other he had no clue. He received a formal invite, one that detailed a need for those with the best libido's.<br/>
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'<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Fuck Fest</span>.'<br/>
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He approached the door beside the woman, his frame almost matching hers. He nodded towards her, staring at the door to wait for an answer. His excitement caused his heart to pump rapidly, a cheeky smile running across his jawline.​</div></span></span>