Cyrine exhales the smoke from her lungs, the smoke curls and cascades upwards, she quickly focuses her eye implant to snap a picto of it before looking at the leaning man.  She crosses her arms, having a single hang up as regards to being fully nude in-front of some strange fellow.<br/><br/>"Your chances of anything else this evening are dependent entirely on what other stories you have."  She takes a step forward, her his swaying slowly from side to side. She pokes Torin in the chest, and leans in close. "Entice me and who knows. I'm bored, intoxicated and it takes far more then one release to sate me."  Cyrine looks around, "I'm not prone to making mistakes big-guy..but what can i say..you could be the first."<br/><br/>Her voice has a thick drawl to it, not enticing, not..even remotely erotic..just different. Its filled with need, lust and a wanting of power.<br/>The tin-man was Anas toy..and he had the potential to be the same to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>