<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4f/64/14/4f64143e4c9f5b531b62c4159e2eca8e.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Aristotle Hector Simpson</strong></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Hermes<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Vonna<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday before the Ball<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Excited<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He stood there giving her the gown and moved behind the curtain, it was odd to request privacy considering he would see her naked momentarily but whatever.  He did what he had been trained to do, despite the logic or lack there of, of the situation.<br/><br/>Aries was totally professional even though he would have loved to exam her personally were he not attached.  “No tattoos?  No feelings of discomfort?” He examined all of her front and back his fingers moving over her skin as if etching her in his mind, he made sure not to hear her body enjoying his touch at all, it wasn’t time for that.  Seems his abilities kicked in easily, which made him wonder if his father had this ability why he didn’t have more siblings.  He probably did he just didn’t know about them.  Which was fine, his papa truly was a rolling stone.<br/><br/>He accepted her word for this thinking she didn’t want them to get that familiar just yet.  He could accept that.<br/><br/>