Renard - Sitting down at the auction, conversing with Kitty<br/><br/>The icy blue of his eyes was made all the more prominent by the contrasting black of his venetian mask; the long pointed nose seemed to draw the eye in to stare deep of his exotic soul. A smile formed on his inviting lips as the show began, all the while he had been idly tapping the tungsten band on his left index finger against the silver head of his walking stick; it was a habit of his, to help pass the time when his mind was too preoccupied to enjoy the task at hand. With difficulty he attempted to put his focus on the auction, but this became increasingly difficult as the sensual sway of hips, trapped within a carnal form that inspired his hunger, approached him with a rhythmic dance of movement. Renard licked his bottom lip as he stared out of the corner of his eye at Kitty; who was such a woman, and what name served to bring him such delightful torment?<br/><br/>As words drifted like silk from her sultry tongue he craned his head to the side in order to greet her with allure and mystique; it would have been a bold lie if he had disagreed. There was a number of things he could list, but all of them were directly linked to the attractive woman that was standing to his side. The way that her costume failed to cover her enticing breasts entirely, or how it matched to shape of her delicate hips so perfectly, everything about the costume served to accentuate her figure to a point that his body was craving the taste of a woman's flesh.<br/><br/>"There is something that I like, and she is standing dangerously close" his voice was deep and had the tiniest hint of a french accent; however, his eyes spoke more than his words ever could. Within they reflected the hedonistic nature of his being, the carnal lust, and insatiable hunger of a man starved of the sensual. Renard walked the tips of his fingers up the warmth of her hip, each tiny movement bringing his hand closer to her waist which burned beneath his caress.<br/><br/>"Do you make art as exotic and alluring as yourself?" his voice was near a whisper, and his eyes were only for her as his hand closed over her soft waist, savouring the sexual tension present just beneath the surface. It was common for people to hide their desires, to repress their nature, but with Renard it was obvious; he did nothing to hide his desires. "It's a shame that you're not up for bid, I would be willing to part with cash and coin to say with pride that you belonged to my...<em>private</em>collection" he put special emphasis on one particular word, letting it drift off his silver tongue as he stared up at the picture of a female goddess.