All that is male, and primal. Why didn't she feel scared? There was a naked man, tall and strong behind her, they were alone, she doubted a scream would be noticed in the Night Parade, so why, then, wasn't she terrified?<br/><br/>She didn't know why, she didn't really think there was much feeling left anyway, she hadn't really been frightened in a long time, and now was no exception. What could he do to her? Probably nothing that hadn't been done already. She turned around, and then, just as quickly, sunk to her knees, her hands sliding down to his thighs.<br/><br/>She didn't make any other moves. He was all that is masculine, and she was made to be used wasn't she? It was just him, and he was...the most perfect man she'd been as intimate, as they were now, with in a long time. She felt an ache, between her legs, her muscles seemed to yearn for something, but she wasn't sure why, desire wasn't something she'd felt much, and it seemed foreign. Was she drugged? Maybe, she couldn't tell, did it matter?