<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta? Right?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Caroline<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It wouldn't be the last time Devon would wish he could be partnered with Caroline. Despite his clear confusion of the pomp and circumstance, she carried herself with such a casual professionalism that it made the authority she exuded seem so effortless. Such qualities in a woman were always attractive because they were so rare, and it was precisely what made the older woman both so attractive and yet so unappreciated.<br/><br/>Devon wasn't into the whole BDSM thing, but he was pretty sure he'd lick Caroline's toes if she sat on that couch, kicked the heel free, and extended her foot out to him with a raised and expectant eyebrow.<br/><br/>Instead, he smiled and took the offered seat and watched as she made herself comfortable. Before she detailed his winnings, she rested a hand upon his knee, the gesture immediately calling his body to arms. The troops on the battlements were aware that out there, in the fog, there was something. As she leaned in to press the kiss to his cheek, the gongs began to echo from the towers. His heart beat with each ringing alarm, and instinctively he wrapped his arm around the back of the couch in order to welcome her closer.<br/><br/>Instead, she pulled away, and he felt that lingering static of adrenaline coursing through his limbs. Damn, he felt like some nerdy kid in the back of a rusted up death bucket on wheels with his first homecoming date. What wicked spells did this sorceress weave?<br/><br/>A strong one, as immediately Devon's eyebrows rose and he leaned forward as his first prize was revealed. A jam session? Really? He could actually listen to his music? Could actually play his guitar? "Sweet!" he exclaimed, unable to help himself. The second prize, on the other hand, was... well, it was... hrm. He wasn't sure how he felt about it at first. When Caroline leaned in closer, however, the soldiers on the battlements went into a panic. Some of them even fell off the fortress walls! He nearly wrapped his arm about her, ready to leap in a full-on make out session. Yet her fingers grasped the microphone necklaces they wore, and whispered. It was all business. He nodded his head in understanding, his mind already spinning at the implications of what it meant.<br/><br/>It seemed like a gift at first, but even as Caroline pulled away he could imagine all the ways in which it would be like shoving your hand into a pile of used heroine needles in order to grasp hold of someone and pull them free. There was no way you could use such a thing and not leave scars behind.<br/><br/>He nodded as Caroline gave her parting words, standing up along with her. As she offered a hug he welcomed the embrace, his hand<em>almost</em>reaching for her hindquarters... but Devon didn't want to risk getting booted off just for a quick appreciative pinch to Caroline's tush. So, he rested his hand on the small of her back and then parted from her.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the info," he nodded. "Maybe next time I win a prize, it can be a date with you? Eh?" He gave a wink and smirked, but she gave no betrayal of her professionalism as she stepped out of the villa. He chuckled, shaking his head. When made a mental note to try scoping out some older chicks when he went back to New York.<br/><br/>He then turned back around, and... found himself right back where he was, though certainly feeling a bit better. He pulled his phone back out as he resumed his seat, contemplating a text to Cleo. She was seeming suspiciously absent at this point.