<div align="center"><strong>~Claudia in the dining hall~</strong></div><br/>His choices didn't surprise her since most males seemed to be attracted to the scent of innocence. She didn't blame him since there was something delicous about corrupting untouched skin. "Such choices. Perhaps you and I shall arrange a session, if you don't mind sharing. I would be content to watch you lay claim on one of their bodies." It was true since watching people come together physcially was like watching a work of art being created. The energy created from such occurrances always gave her the most delightful dreams and ideas.<br/><br/>Claudia returned his smile with unmasked wickedness as the thoughts of the little musician went throug her mind. She chuckled slightly at his analogy. "Not a hook set, but poison and a well laid trap, Jarod. The chase is always thrilling for me. Almost as good as suceeding at the end of it all. I have my eye on a male, but none of the females interest me as of yet for a major project. Where is the little violin girl?" Her eyes scanned the room, and noticed that two of the males from the society were missing as well. "Well, I have a feeling that she's not upstairs praticing in her room."