John quirked an eyebrow, still shocked that this girl was still going along with this little charade of theirs. What the hell is a succubus? He figured Colt or Brendan would know, and it seemed a pretty stupid idea to dress this girl up as something John wouldn’t even recognize.<br/><br/>“Alright” he agreed, putting Orane to the test. “My name’s John, and if you’re a umm… succubus, then lift yourself up off the ground with those wings.” The costume piece was way too thin to actually support anybody’s weight, and certainly they didn’t setup wires or anything in his room.<br/><br/>When she did as asked, and lifted off the ground, John was so stunned that he almost hadn’t heard Brendan knocking at his door. “OH SHIT!” he screamed out while trying to catch his breath. All the athlete could think of was how he was that they were going to find a girl wearing practically nothing flying in his bedroom dressed in a kinky demon outfit.<br/><br/>So he did the only thing he thought smart at the time, he tackled Orane out of the air. His motion was too rushed though, reaching out to wrap his hands around her waist and tumbling to the ground with a resounding THUD.<br/>