If there was anything that motivated her to rage, it was resistance to her influence. None could resist her!! But yet, somehow, this one did. She would not stand for it. She could<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>the need rising him, saw the way his attention was drawn to every act of lust around him, and yet he kept the part of his mind that contained his personality separate from it.<br/><br/>This fact... infuriated her. His insolence would be punished. His pain would be her dessert. Even as she began to form her plan for his demise, none of it showed on her face. She smiled sweetly, and leaned against the bar in a casual posture of defeat.<br/><br/>She watched as his gaze was continuously pulled from one distraction to another. He was seemingly unable to keep himself from watching them. This, she knew, was something he could use against him. He was obviously aware of her influence, and prepared to resist it, so she simply let him watch. As she observed his actions, she began forming a new impression in her mind. This one was considerably more complex, and infinitely subtle. It would be difficult, but would he really be worth the challenge if it was simple?<br/><br/>She took a simple, basic sensation of curiosity, and morphed it. With infinite care and precision, she began fusing it with a taint of desire. Molding the two together, she forced them into a single idea in her mind. She worked them over and over, forming and molding a perfect, flawless orb of power fueled by the emotions. When this was done, and she felt the basic orb was strong enough, and fully powered, she then began to add whisps of faint pleasure. The whisps clung to the orb like mist, fusing to it, adding a hard shell. This idea would fly like a bullet, rather than dispersing as a wave to all around her. It was something she had rarely done, and relished in the challenge the opportunity presented. Lastly, she imposed her Will into the orb, directing and guiding it to guide and shape his attention. She charged the compulsion on it to attempt to force the strange blue man to become distracted and increasingly entranced by the goings on around him.<br/><br/>The whole process had taken only a few seconds. She finally blinked her eyes in a slow, lazy way and turned to him. Lifting her hand, she cupped her palm over his cheek and pulled his face toward her. Moving closer, she hovered a mere inch away, exhaling a heated, ragged gasp that she was sure he would feel against his skin. Finally, as though she couldn't stand it any longer, she pressed her lips to his in a slow, hesitant kiss, allowing him to feel that at any moment he could pull away if he wanted.<br/><br/>At the moment her lips touched his, she released the orb she'd formed, and channeled it through the kiss. She felt the heat of power as the energy transferred directly from herself, into him. The kiss grew heated as she pressed her influence ever so slightly, driving it deep into him, before finally pulling away.<br/><br/>"Mmmm..." she purred, "But you do taste good..."