<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<em>The Blue Iguana</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Du’an</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">~ &gt;</span><br/><br/>Edgar had completely missed the small action; truly, he was performing horribly in the art of conning, something he’d surely regret and curse himself for, later.  For now, however, he was left completely at the whim of his physical desires.  Though the initial reaction threw him off slightly, causing his expression to reveal a slight disappointment, it was quickly reversed and returned to its former excitement when the man agreed to it.  He felt a slight tightening of anxiety in his chest as he considered his secret, hoping the man wouldn’t try to kill him over it; it would be a shame if he had to get all excited and then by forced to drug him so soon, anyway.<br/><br/>He smiled welcomingly and took a couple steps back, lifting his slender hand to gesture for the man to follow; when he turned to lead through the crowd, he lifted his dress with both hands, pulling the fabric closer to his form in hopes that it would better entice the man.  He glanced back occasionally to be sure he followed, but otherwise simply drifted through the throng without pause.  He was very casual about opening the door to the cellar, careful to take hold of the railing as he made his way down first.  He didn’t stop until he was just past the stairwell, at which point he turned and habitually straightened his dress.<br/><br/>Surprisingly or not, he space was quite a bit cleaner, in a sense.  The floor and walls were boarded and the area was rather open, sans the few kegs and the stocks of liquor along one of the walls.  He’d scoped the room out beforehand, thankfully, and thus knew where the lamp was, and the box of matches on a barrel near the steps.  He lit one and brought it to a lamp in he center of the room, though kept the flame low; it allowed the room to be lit just enough to see, though the ‘mood’ remained a perfect mix of casual and sensual.  He smiled back toward the man as he let his hands fall back to his dress, though remained where he was.<br/><br/>“I have a secret,” he spoke in a playful sort of tone, “It’s one you might not be too happy ‘bout, but I can’t be keepin’ it much longer, anyhow…”  He let a little shame come to the last words, though not much; he wanted to make it show that it wasn’t often he had consensual sex, one way or another.  And he did hope the man would at least forgive him for it and give him a good go.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">&lt; ~</span>                             </div>