<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7d/77/1b/7d771b7f62158a6100f618092e03705c.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Emile Dante</strong></strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open & Levan<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Till two minutes ago I didn’t know I had any. ”  he blushed again as she slid into the booth, not wanting to admit he invited to his booth because he wasn’t sure wasn’t about to burst his zipper in his jeans; while trying to impress the most interesting woman he’d met in a long while. “It’s hard cider, basically sour green apple booze. I like the taste and it counters the spicy taste of the hot wings.” He said, pointing to the plate as he wipe his hands before offering them to shake hers.<br/><br/>“I ahh..” he blinked as he felt it, everyone was horny. He could feel their arousal and lust! There was a lot of it in the club. That guy was really enjoying that girl’s figure. That waitress was into the couple ever there. It was like he could see it as..purple threads or glows, and there were slender threads connecting him to pretty much everyone in sight. “I think I can sense folks lusts and even manipulate them, maybe that is why I’ve been so horny lately... I ah..pick up on the folk’s sexual hunger some how” he blushed again as he thought about it. He saw one girl he knew, really shy but into a classmate, on instinct he reached out and ‘tied’ a line of that purple energy from her to the classmate she was sitting with.<br/><br/>The girl shook her head, as if to clear it, then boldly pulled her in for a kiss. One that was clearly appreciated as the other girl kissed her back. The rush of the kiss, somehow fed back into with a rush of pleasure that made him think he was going to explode. Figuratively and possibly literally, he thought as he crossed his legs under the table.<br/><br/>“I..think I can apparently manipulate lust as well as sense it..and feel like my body isn’t the right shape, but something is holding me in place..stuck like this.” He took in her amazing golden eyes and blinked. She was there, but so were a lot of others, but she was like an anchor keeping him from shifting further in form. For the moment. “You are..interested in my appearance, I can feel that, and part of me is staying like this..because you like me looking like this?”<br/><br/>It was kind of neat, and very flattering, to have a beautiful woman be interested in him, he thought. He wasn’t sure what to say next. Could she make him change further or was he picking up on something unconscious from her.