<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Alpha House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Night, Sixth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ts'itu felt his approach long before he spoke, but she only turned to face him as he asked her to dance. She licked her lips and let her eyes drag down his form. Injured as he was there was still unmistakeable power to him. Sweat glimmered on his skin, a sign that the ever present heat in the house was getting to him as it had to her. When her eyes lifted to meet his gaze there was mischief in her smile. She tossed her hair over one shoulder and stepped closer to him, close enough that when she breathed deeply her breasts would brush against the broad expanse of his chest. "I might," she breathed as she slung an arm around his neck and pulled him still closer.<br/><br/>In the morning she might regret it. Though Kon acted oddly around her and that Danae made pointed comments, he'd never seemed to stare after her with the hunger that his friend did for Danae. There was nothing to say he was not simply being polite. For all that, she did not stop.<br/><br/>Drawing him deeper into the fray of dancing bodies where they might be lost for at least a few moments, she looked up at him with darkened green eyes. "Dance with me," she said in a tone that brooked no argument. Her lithe form pressed against him and began to writhe in time with the drumbeats. Not once did her gaze waver from his, the tilt of her lips a challenge and a promise.