<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>Jereil chuckled lightly against the man's skin, his other arm coming to hook beneath his arm to cross over his chest beside the other.  He'd never met him -- he'd remember his scent, he was certain -- but the comfort the man seemed to have at the in suggested Jereil was simply always... too preoccupied to notice him.  He used his nose to to gently push clothing aside, allowing him to kiss across his shoulder.<br/><br/>If he played his cards right, he could coax the man up to his room; if he was lucky enough (and the man played<em>his</em>cards right), Jereil'd find a good amount of coin on his nightstand, in the morning.<br/><br/>Unashamed, he began to lightly toy with the folds of his shirt, wanting access to the skin beneath.  He kissed up to his ear for a light nip at the lobe.  His voice was soft, when he spoke, yet just husky enough to solidify his intent.  "There are quite a few men in this room who consider me their lucky charm..."<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- lower floor; gambling table</div>