For a few minutes, Leolo wove his way through the maze of writhing bodies, following the lingering energy traces that his target had left in the air.  Onward they led him, like the scent of irresistible perfume.  Then he finally spotted the young lady he’d come to find.   She was quite lovely -- a fitting consort for a king, Leolo thought with satisfaction.  But younger than he’d expected.  That would make things both easier and more difficult.<br/><br/>The fact that she seemed to be intimately involved with her dancing partner didn’t bother Leolo at all.  Compared to Summer’s King, the human boy was an inexperienced child -- Leolo wouldn’t even deign to call him competition.  Even a simple trick could remove him from the picture.<br/><br/>Scanning the nearby dancers, Leolo selected a particularly scantily clad female and approached her.  When she saw his smile, her eyes lit up with flirtatious admiration.   But when he brushed his fingers against her bare arm, his glamor swept through her, and the admiration turned to a look of utter devotion.  She would now do almost anything he asked.  Bending close to her ear, Leolo whispered his request into it.<br/><br/>Almost as soon as he’d finished speaking, the female ran over to the marked young lady and her partner.  With a squeal of delight, she threw her arms around the human male, kissing his face repeatedly.  “Darling!  Why didn’t you tell that you were going to be here tonight?  I’ve missed you so much.”