<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/VictorDoe2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Rory<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room.<br/><strong>Aimed at:</strong>Leda.<br/><br/>So she was a girl of many names… he nodded and leaned back, enjoying this young, hot blonde the way he enjoyed fine whiskey or an immaculately made cup of tea. He admired her mannerisms and knew this night was far from done. This was the reason he had travelled far and wide, this will be his humble rebirth witnessed by all, including the naysayers and apostles of derogatory affirmations, especially them considering how they never thought Victor Rory will make a comeback, and look at him now… both his cock and his soul were on the way up.<br/><br/><strong>“A metal chick, eh?”</strong>He chuckled. People always thought traditional metal ruffled the feathers of a rap metal/hard rock artist, but such was not the way of music. As a musician he allowed his instruments to carve whichever way they deemed important towards the path of enlightenment, whether it be singing about rain or rolling a dildo in glitter.<br/><br/><strong>“Victor Rory.”</strong>He officially introduced himself.<strong>“I am a man of many names and useless titles, but that’s how they know me most. I earn my bread by screaming me lungs into a mic and looking down on oppressive regimes but at present I walk the path of a hermit… spurred unto both decency and cleanliness of soul through Philosophy…which I am planning to major in, should things work out with beauties like yourself here and they appreciate me antics on the screen.”</strong>He winked at her. His humor was dry but so was wisdom… and she looked the sort not to just understand them both but appreciate in a manner it needs appreciating the most.