<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1011186</div></div><br/>Seeing the book tossed, the young man frowns "Hey, that is mine!" His green eyes adjusting to the weird lightning to settle on the creature in front of him. Scanning her form, the man realizes that he died with a huge erection which has not went anywhere, still throbbing it's way through the afterlife. The man grasped it under the table, teasing the head as he listened to the Goddess's offer.<br/><br/>Wanking surreptitiously under the table, he narrowed his eyes<strong>"What does this guild of yours envolve? It sounds exiting, but maybe most of it is paperwork? What would a usual day on the jon entitle?"</strong>Crossing his arms on his chest, he thought that<em>this</em>is a creature he might be willing to throw his lot with. Really sexy<em>and</em>powerful? He had to admit that dark powers always enticed him, from his obsession with Hastur and the colour yellow to trying to summon a succubus. Now, having a goddes of Lust and Perversion - two of his favourite things, offer him a job? He asked just for the show as he was already pretty sure of his final decision - a big and resounding 'yes!".<br/><br/>Suddenly, he realized that he cannot even remember his name, much less alot of his memories that did not involve any acts of depravity. Somehow, that did not seem relevant then, so he pushed these thoughts away and focused on the present.<br/><br/>Giving her a look even as he continued to play with himself, he asked "<strong>By any chance, do you happen to be related to Slaanesh?"</strong><br/><br/>He looked thoughtful and said "<strong>You know, do not bother answering - I accept. One would hate to spend the rest of eternity bored sensless.. What now, do we shake hands, sign a contract with blood or what?"</strong>