<div align="center">In all shapes and forms, it came down to one simply thing – Eden was an empath, she fed off the emotions that radiated from her victims. The web of Thomas’ emotions was prominent in her mind, always there for her to refer back to as she played her game of catch and release. She could feel the tug of arousal on the web, as if a bug had landed and stuck itself upon the sticky strands, trying to free itself so it could run rampant and dominant.<br/><br/>‘Such a virtuous, lovely subject and he still reacts to the baser needs of a simple man.’ Eden thought idly, leaving herself draped over Thomas, idly drawing shapes upon his armor with her finger. The water from her gown rolled off of that shiny silver metal, her hair impossibly soft when it had touched his face when she had leaned in. Instead of leaning back, Eden kept her face only inches from his, continuing to play her little game.<br/><br/>She smelled of jasmine and lavender, a fitting scent for someone as lovely as she. Eden brought her hand up to caress his cheek, petting him as if he was fragile – And really, here, he was.<br/><br/>“You are here at the whim of another, do not question such a gift, embrace it.” She told him, leaning forward, brushing his lips against hers – And just when it seemed the kiss would deepen, everything faded, and the knight would awake to the early morning rays of light.<br/><br/>Eden had purposely drawn out the dream to span the night, hoping to leave him mystified and wanting – The whole idea was to draw him into wanting to sleep more and more, to draw him back into dreams.<br/><br/>She was confident that the lure would be bitten and the prey snagged.</div>