<strong>Ansem Hyral : Hanger Deck with Kris Fielding</strong><br/><br/>Ansem popped the seal on one of the tubes, the small hiss guaranteeing that it was as fresh as any cigar stored in larger humidifier would be. He was forced to pull his hand away from her body when she slipped away from him but it was needed in order to prepare the both of them. Cutting the ends, he handed one her before prepping his and bringing it up to his lips, holding it between his teeth.<br/><strong>"I hope we have no more interruptions getting in our way tonight..."</strong><br/>Digging out a wood match from the side of the tube, he struck it aflame and held it out for them to lit the cigars. Out of courtesy he held the match for her first, sub-consciously watching her with lustful intentions of his own.