<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jwmzB2Q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lance Colt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026819#msg16026819)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Izzy's Patio<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>: Adidas sweatsuit, T-shirt, Samsung Galaxy Watch 4 and shoes<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:Explicit Mental Imagery<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<strong>The J-Crew [Chloe, Desmond, Emma, Jonathon]</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Lance clapped at the performance that Jonathon put together to avoid losing some of his clothing, he had liked it even if he would have rather it had been done by one of the girls. Still, it had been decent, which only made more sense because Jonathon had been the one to make the challenge in the first place. Also, he had the advantage of being a dancer in his own right. So Lance gave him his props.<br/><br/>Emma seemed at least superficially peeved by his choice to admit that Chloe was his first choice.<strong>"Emma, my dear dark damsel, I would love to give you all the pleasures that my fit, Nubian body could provide. I can promise you that should we "dance" together, I will not leave you unsatisfied. One way or another, I intend on having you screaming out in the darkness.</strong>" Lance said quite openly with his milk chocolate eyes staring at the buxom brunette the whole time. He imagined his ebony body atop her ivory one on dark sheets, sweat glistening their bodies as her nails scratched trails down his back as she screamed in climax.<br/><br/>He then sat back in his seat and continued to sip at his drink as he waited for the next round to begin. The next dealer was going to be Emma, it appeared. So he wondered after what he had just said, if her challenge might be more sensually charged. He had an idea of what his challenge would be. But they would not discover it until he said it on his deal of the cards.