<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/xPDuY2P.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lustlie Infernus<br/><strong>Monster: </strong>Incubus<br/><strong>Age: </strong>19<br/><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Week One | Monday mid-day (lunch break)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Creepateria<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Damon/Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Wingman?" Lustlie looked confusedly at Damon's wings. They<em>looked</em>functional - why would he need a wingman? It was clearly a term he wasn't familiar with.<br/><br/>He wanted to step away from the wall, step away from Damon, but Damon was<em>too close</em>...  Another wave of lust, more powerful than the first, washed through the area. The couples that had been doing light petting were starting to get undressed, and that would unquestionably get one of the Teachers, or a Hall Monitor, to take notice of what was going on - and who was nearby.<br/><br/>"I, uh, I..." He stammered out, "Party...." He was nervous enough that he'd agree to anything at this point. "I, maybe... WriteitdownI'llbethereokay?" He sidled along the wall toward the door, away from the sexually-loaded mishap, away from<em>Damon</em>.