<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Father_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Grant<em>aka</em>Cham<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nocturne's Front Dance Hall, Near the Entrance<br/><strong>With:</strong>A Mix of Staff...and Mouthwatering Clients!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Cham.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>One does not simply work a crowd into a frothing frenzy without feeling the expected buzz almost immediately. Therefore, by the time Alex broke away from the shouting and stomping staff, he was nearly floating along on the natural high that he had hoped to generate with such a gesture. Yes, he was fully pumped and primed, and his thickening cock, which swung freely below his kilt, was proof enough that he was now more than ready to play!<br/><br/>"Velcome to Nocturne," he purred through pearly white fangs as he greeted the eager throngs of beautiful Goth girls and gorgeous Goth guys. "A vamp-filled night avaits you, my children!" he called as he ran a graceful hand gently over a delicate shoulder here, followed by a firm fist forced into a strong shoulder there. He was toying with them, being ever-so-flirty, with men and women alike, and they were eating it up. They came for one thing, after all, and one thing only...<br/><br/>Him!<br/><br/>Well, okay. Not<em>just</em>him, but certainly his kind. They wanted to be a part of this dark world. They wanted to experience what it was like to walk among those whose hearts beat no more. They wanted the pomp, the circumstance, and every bestial, bloody bit in-between.<br/><br/>"Come, my children, don't be shy. Embrace the night. Feast upon it and feel it," he encouraged the growing crowd as he allowed them to grope and caress the parts of his body that he openly offered up in such a purposefully revealing outfit. "Oh!" he then playfully exclaimed as someone, just behind him, dared to reach under his kilt. "I said<em>feel</em>it, not fondle it!" he joked as he turned to face the culprit, only to find himself struck silent as the eyes that he connected with may have well been his own.<br/><br/>It was like looking in a mirror, yet not. Many of the pieces didn't fit, for they simply weren't the same, but the eyes...the eyes were his own, taken by another man...one that was equally attractive, yet very much alive.<br/><br/><em>Who the fuck are you?</em>he questioned, with a quizzical look and slight tilt of his head, as he inwardly fought to not transmit such a strong reactive thought.<br/><br/>Then, still unable to find his voice, Alex simply staggered back upon heavy feet until he was finally sucked up into the now throbbing and pulsating crowd. He needed to put some distance between himself and whomever that...that<em>boy</em>was. It made no sense. None at all. And he needed a moment to pull his shit together. Something wicked was at work here and he needed to get to the bottom of it.