His feline sensuality can be felt, a heat wave assaulting the crowd as he continues to move.  He turns again, away from them as he starts to remove the vest, a roll of his shoulder, looking back again at them.  His gaze intense, as if looking at a lover, but also as if performing for a client.  A mix of seduction and anger.<br/><br/>"Well I guess what you say is true<br/>I could never be the right kind of girl for you<br/><br/>I could never be your woman<br/>I could never be your woman<br/>I could never be your woman<br/>I could never be your woman..."<br/><br/>The brocade vest tossed to the side, his strut begins again to the beat, away, and then back.  Like a caged tiger, pacing, looking for a meal, and yet desperate and sexual and yearning all at once.  He rips open the shirt, pulling it back in a savage motion, baring his chest and shoulders.<br/><br/>"When I saw my best friend yesterday<br/>She said she never liked you from the start<br/>Well me, I wish that I could claim the same<br/>But you always knew you held my heart<br/><br/>And you're such a charming, handsome man<br/>Now I think I finally understand<br/>Is it in your genes, I don't know<br/>But I'll soon find out, that's for sure<br/>Why did you play me this way..."<br/><br/>The shirt is dangling by the elaborate cuffs as he moves, he turns, his body writhing, oiled muscles and pale skin gleaming in the light.  His hands slide over the black velvet pants now, over his tight ass, over his now visibly hard cock beneath the fabric.<br/><br/>"Well I guess what you say is true<br/>I could never be the right kind of girl for you<br/><br/>I could never be your woman<br/>I could never be your woman<br/>I could never be your woman<br/>I could never be your woman..."<br/><br/>The shirt is finally allowed to drop, a fluid twist of his wrists letting him escape the tight lace cuffs. There's a fierce growl from him, and the aura of his sexual energy throbs in the air palpably.<br/><br/>