<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/MarcusBeck.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Marcus Beck (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>No one...yet<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Trailside<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 9th, around eight P.M.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Hiking shorts<br/><hr/><br/>It was a nice night to be out. Hell, every night at Bekamor was a nice night to be out. The weather here always seemed amazing, as if sent from heaven itself, and the company? He couldn't even start on the company. Still, tonight he was notably devoid of it. The dining area had promised potential, to be sure, but no one had caught his eye, and he had glanced in the club a bit too early for now. The dungeon had seemed quite attractive, but he wanted to wait for a show before going in and checking that out. And anyways, he hadn't gone on a night hike just yet, and the beaches were not the only attractive feature about Bekamor.<br/><br/>And so here he was. He was in a place just far enough from the lights of the resort to be able to stare into an infinitely starry sky, and he considered himself blessed. His blanket, a woolen thing gifted by his friend who had come back from a vacation in the Alps, was soft and comfortable on the cold grass and ground under him, and a water bottle stood, untouched, near him, in case he needed it. Even without the promise of "company" Bekamor offered, it was an amazing resort, he reflected. Still, at the thought of company, he grew distracted from losing himself in the stars, and his cock thickened a bit under his pants. He chuckled as the bulge showed himself in the position he was laying in, and he moved a little, his arms shifting from behind his head to adjust his shorts.<br/><br/>That was better, he decided with a satisfied sigh. His pectorals flexed nicely as he settled down again, letting out a satisfied yawn. Ah, what a nice night...