<strong>"Ah!"</strong>The DJ cried out in pain, wincing as the Sheriff pressed her against the wall roughly, before gasping into a rather powerful kiss. She couldn't help but whimper from the force of his passion . . that that might've been a strangled order to have him put her down. More likely the second, but with the Sheriff going nuts with passion, he probably wasn't listening.<br/><br/>On some level, she was rather proud. As weak as she was in her current state, she was able to reduce this man to a slavering beast whose only goal was to fuck her any way possible. On the other hand, this was bad news for the city, if he could be so easily bent to her will. What if a troublesome mage in lingerie did something similar? Her eyes opened wide, before taking on a deviously happy look to them. This was something she could use, should the Sheriff prove to be troublesome in the future . . the Prince would likely be very interested in knowing that his muscle was completely swayed with a few words and a caresses.<br/><br/>Judging from the bulge pressing against her, he was at least average, probably more considering his height. At least she'd get a good ride out of this. As he released her, she let out a high pitched moan that despite being drowned out by the music, seemed to hit everyone in the club. A little Awe works wonders when you want witnesses to someone losing face.<br/><br/>She gasped when he tore off her panties, inwardly pouting.<strong><em>'I really liked that pair, they were expensive!'</em></strong>Still, she kept up her little meek and entirely WAY to desirable act.<strong>"Oh no, Andrej! You can't do this to me, not in front of everyone."</strong>If should could cry tears, she would. Instead, she whimpered like a good piece of rape-bait, inwardly laughing at the entire absurd situation. Her glee was so great that she already felt herself growing wet, thanks in part to the power of her Vitae she used to be a bit more 'alive' for the situation.