<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Entrance. <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Athena. <br/><br/></span><hr/><br/>Even though he didn't really wait long, his foot was shaking and and tapping the floor beneath it restlessly as he leaned back against a wall and waited. He was so restless, so impatient, with the promise of a brand new outfit for his viewing pleasure taking over his mind. He kept imagining her in shirts, thongs, dresses, heels, making himself hate every second he waited. Even though she did not try to, the wait was still killing him lightly. It had only been a few minutes and he'd already nearly lost his mind thinking about her. Who the hell was she to have such an effect on him, he thought for a moment, before grinning widely. Oh she would fit ever so perfectly in his future plans, both seductive and talented. He knew that seeking her out was the right thing, he knew that grabbing her attention towards him using the amulet as a way to come in contact with her was a good plan, but he did not imagine the effect she would have on him, and how drawn he was to this woman. Perhaps she fit in his life in a much bigger way than he originally anticipated, and he would be more than willing to take her the whole way with him.<br/><br/>His thought process was interrupted when he heard the clicking of her heels, and with a quick turn of his head his eyes finally landed upon her. At that moment, the world around him seemed to dissapear and leave only her in it's wake. Tunnel vision was an understatement, as it seemed that all he could see and all he could look at was her. He eyed the dress no less than a predator eyes a prey, letting his eyes adjust, letting his mind be teased and taunted by the skin of her thighs that tempted him to just lift up that dress and grab hold of it. She was a picture of his fantasy come to life, and even as she approached him and eyed him herself, speaking to him, it took him a few seconds to click in to her words and the lustful dimness on his face to fade away. "Well look at you..." he whispered out in a hushed, seductive whisper, a vicious grin finally taking hold of his lips.<br/><br/>She had looked casual enough to walk the streets of Amsterdam, but seductive enough to have him press her up against a wall and take her the way she was.<br/><br/>"Oh forget me, you certainly know what to wear to draw out every single curve of your body and drive a man mad...you know that every eye in Amsterdam will fall on that round rear as it presses against the back of your dress, right?" He flashed her a half-smile, half smirk, his body leaning forward so that he was as close to her as he could without touching her, but he would not stop there. She had gained several poitns in their little game by dressing so, and he had to redeem himself slightly.<br/><br/>He bit down on his lower lip a moment, and his hand drifted down to softly grab the inside of her thigh, not caring who saw him do so or what they whispered. It was nothing but a simple touch, a smile feel of her skin against his own as his lips opened to whisper. "But maybe I'll reserve the right to be the only one letting his hands explore your..." he paused. "Tastes in fashion." Just then, he grinned and let his hand slide upwards as it withdrew, a finger grazing the linings of what she wore beneath the dress, before he backed away just a bit and flashed her a coy smirk.<br/><br/>"Shall we? The place is right on Walker street." His arm twisted lightly and hand landed at his waist, making a small gap for her to hook her arm around his own and hold it.