Alastor gave off that low, dark chuckle as he began to remove his own clothing.  The well-tailored cotton shirt was removed, thrown over the top of the stall.  The boots were removed by simply toeing them off, and setting them outside along the wall of the temporary shower.  The pants were removed, revealing the fact that he was now completely naked with her in the shower.  Of course, a hand swept through the air behind him against the opening would completely hide the outdoor shower from sight.  Alastor's glamour was the most potent amongst the Night Parade, and he'd make the mundanes die of thirst or hunger, imagining they were drinking and eating normally.<br/><br/>"You're terrified," Alastor whispered.  "It's almost visibly staining the air.  The smell of it makes you all the more beautiful.  You wish to see it all.  Well turn then, child.  Turn and see one of the dark princes of the Night Parade in all his dark glory.  Just remember.  Whether you look or not, you'll be consumed by him."  Alastor reached out to run his fingers along her back, letting her feel the stark contrast that existed between the cold water of the shower and the heat of his touch.<br/><br/>"I am all that is masculine," he spoke.  "All that is dark and terrifying.  All that is male and primal.  A creature that exists to feed, to hunt.  To devour.  Do you really wish to see all of that?  Do you wish to see exactly how you could be hunted, within the confines of this place?  Do you wish to be hunted?  A dark fantasy, all too easily fulfilled."