<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d5/87/45/d587456ce2f388e0b7fc793cd0b991bb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Name: Jumoke<br/>Date/Time: September 12 / Afternoon<br/>Location: Main Campus, Lunch Hall -&gt; Bathroom<br/>Tagging: Heather</span><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"> As he was walking out of the lunch hall he collided with the rumored Heather. Given to what he'd know about her which wasn't much in all truth as he didn't know what a Dominatrix was exactly. Jumoke had assumed it was a fancy title which gave her some merit in his books classing her as some noblewoman. Even though she had a bit of standing in his book it was due to the treatment he'd been given by that other woman which had him in such a foul mood. He'd stumbled much like Heather, but instead catching himself and glanced down. The scent she exuded caught his attention first and foremost before he noticed her expression.<br/><br/>Jumo leaned forward and picked her up, so she was on those smooth legs of hers before coming close to Heather and whispered in earshot a location to meet him and nothing more. To the rest of the plebians, it looked as if he had just helped her up and softly apologized before he took his leave. The <em>'prince'</em> did not look back as he strolled away from the lunch hall turning the corner as he made his way to the bathroom. It was one of the singular one styled ones which were large enough to fit two people. He'd wait patiently for the young lady he had directed to come here and speak with him.<br/><br/>The doo wouldn't be locked as he expected her to come.</span><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>