Marc smiled to her, walking toward her. "You know, I thought the same thing after I'd left my house. Why bother with dressing up? Figured it couldn't hurt, maybe someone'll want to rip off the buttons. I could sacrifice this shirt." He had a charming smile, and his voice was genial.<br/><br/>"My name in Marc." He said, extending his free hand, his other holding his drink. The though of shaking hands before an<em>orgy</em>seemed odd to him, but it felt even more awkward to consider not doing so. The only thing that their benefactor had said about introductions was no last names, ever, while they were here.<br/><br/>"We've got quite the treasure chest of inibrients." He smiled again. "Can I make you a drink while we wait for the others? I promise this wasn't just an elaborate ruse to get you up here..." He eyed her form with a grin, "...though by the looks of you, I wouldn't put it past me, either."