<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana, <br/>in the basement  <br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar </div><br/>Du'an's hand was guided upwards, and pretending to not know what the man was asking for, he reached up to run his thumb over his lips, while his free hand casually loosened the laces of his bodice, reaching in to casually remove and toss aside the leather pouches that he used the simulate a feminine chest, having felt them when he pushed him back.<br/><br/>"....I think I like you better without these," he said, running his hand over the loose bodice and now flat chest, before abruptly grabbing him by the throat and pressing him hard against the pillar, a faint grin coming to his face as he slid his tongue across his lips. He wasn't quite cutting off his air, but he held him tightly, his slender fingers pressing into the tender flesh. They laid alongside his jugular vein and carotid artery, expertly placing just enough pressure there that he should feel light headed very quickly, though he eased up on his grip before he was in danger of blacking out.<br/><br/>"You do like it rough, don't you?" he asked casually, keeping the hand at his throat and him pinned against the pillar, his other hand slipping down to begin gathering up the fabric of his skirt, easing it up slowly and deliberately. "I think it might be your lucky night tonight, then." He still had a vague suspicion that Edgar might try something, so he didn't let down his guard, just looking at him curiously as the skirt was lifted, nudging a knee in between his legs as they were gradually exposed.