<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8876779/740full-nicole-meyer.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yolande Solomon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student Lounge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday 6th September, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Showing off a little, meeting a new person, singing this:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bR5u9jb0PJE</div></div><hr/><br/>Yolande made her way through the mansion with a light smirk playing across her lips. Her sharp heels clacked against the wooden floors as she walked. Even though they were only small heels they pushed her to nearly 6'5", and she looked down on almost everyone she walked past. She noticed their eyes, and even their thoughts, and it gave her a little spike of adrenaline. Their attention felt undeniably good. She wasn't entirely sure where she was going, but she had spent hours readying herself to show off a little, and she would find an excuse to if it killed her.<br/><br/>And so as she was walking she faintly heard the sounds of piano music. Her mind raced as she saw a clear enough opportunity to show off. She brushed her way faster past other students, heading directly for the faint sounds. Despite barely being able to hear them they sounded beautiful. The closer she got the more impressed she felt. Whoever it may be was certainly talented. As she approached the lounge doors she slowed up, eventually pausing in the doorway and listening for a little. Before long she settled on the best way to take advantage of the opportunity. She took a step into the room and began to sing. Years of singing lessens coupled with her genetically gifted body went together like a charm. Her pitch and tone were impeccable, and she even adjusted the song a little to suit the piano.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Baby, I'll learn to touch you..."</em></div><br/>Yolande paused a little, letting the words hang in the air and allowing herself to make sure she could give a quick nod to encourage the pianist to continue if she paused. She made her way elegantly across the room as she continued smoothly.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"I wanna breathe into your well <br/>See, I gotta to hunt you <br/>I gotta to bring you to my hell <br/>Baby, I wanna fuck you, <br/>I wanna feel you in my bones <br/>Boy, I'm gonna love you<br/>I'm gonna tear into your soul "</em></div><br/>She was enjoying herself a great deal. It was lovely to show off, and singing was one of her best non-physical opportunities. She approached the girl at the piano and reached out lightly, resting her pale fingers on the piano lid carefully. She kept her singing soft now, as she was close to the pianist and they hadn't accrued too much of an audience yet. It would be rude to be any more in her face than this. Instead she just lent herself on the piano, crossing her arms a little as if singing to the stranger.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Desire, I'm hungry <br/>I hope you feed me <br/>how do you want me, how do you want me?"</em></div>