<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jana Lam<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Cottege 1; standing on her front porch.<br/><strong>When:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red velvet Tai-Chi uniform w/ white cuffs, black shoes.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Mason couldn't help but allow his eyes a downward glance, once Jana had turned to face him... she caught the slight movement of his eyes as he took in the alluring sight of her breasts as they brushed against his chest. Her touch was softer than silk... her voice, music to his ears. Mason licked his lips in an unconscious expression of desire, flashing his perfect teeth in a grand smile.<br/><br/>"I've learned a few things... I spent two years in Delhi, pursuing a study in Ayurvedic Medicine, and learned quite a bit about Indian Cuisine. I've also been to China, Japan, and Mexico... Places where food and culture are one & the same." He grinned, inhaling the scent of her body, finding himself deeply attracted and more than a little aroused. She touched his cheek, and he turned his head slightly... tempted to plant a kiss on the inside of her palm, but resisting the urge. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and Mason felt his breath *nearly* catch; the tension between them was almost palpable. As she walked into her kitchen, Mason watched her go, eyeing her backside and (though it was barely perceptible) nodding his approval. He laughed along with her, certain that she was far better off than she made it seem. "I don't think you have to worry about me... You're the one who's on fire." He teased, following her into the kitchen.<br/><br/>Already, his mind was working, visualizing Jana's precious buttocks bared, her body bent forward, wearing nothing but the torn and tattered remains of the frilly cooking apron. Mason wanted her... wanted to explore her body, and turn her voice from a gentle song into guttural gasps of heated desire. Dinner would likely be a short affair...<br/><br/>Breakfast, he suspected, was certain.<br/><br/>He was impressed by her kitchen; like the rest of her living space, all was clean and well-organized, with everything in it's place. The Island kept it's employees' pantries well-stocked with the essentials; the spice rack was full, a fruit basket lay overflowing with fresh fruit, and he suspected Jana's fridge was filled with only the purest and freshest ingredients. He was familiar with Vietnamese cooking, but had never lain with or found himself close to someone from the culture... Jana was certainly exotic to his palate, in more ways than one.<br/><br/>Mason looked around, attempting to get an idea of what they could fix which would be neither time-consuming nor taxing to either of them. He was well-aware of the energy between them, and considered any time they spent in conversation as simply willfully prolonging the inevitable. He was tempted to simply approach her now, knowing full well she would likely accept his advances, but he was enjoying the foreplay...<br/><br/>The force of attraction between them was palpable and alluring. He was enjoying this likely as much as she was.