<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jessica</div><div class="spoiler_body">[You gather that  the sudden change in your disposition is due to some kind of power or enchantment, confirming what everyone's been talking about.]</div></div><br/>Kurt simply stepped out of the way as Kamala made her escape, and watched the rest of the band with neutral eyes. It seemed deduction was going well, despite the rise of sexual tension, that was nearly thick enough to cut through with a knife. Still, Kurt felt like most of the bases were covered with the current look of the Band, and felt confident that they wouldn't need him most of the time. "Well, then, it looks like the situation is in capable hands. If anyone needs a place to crash, Benji offered his hotel room. If that falls through, well, I suppose someone around here has my address," he bluntly stated, before exiting the hotel room after Kamala.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kamala, as you're leaving down the hall from Jack's penthouse suite, you encounter a young man at the elevators. He is unquestionably attractive, being tall and lean and clad in a designer Italian suit. You can't help but notice his thick, dark curls and lopsided smile, though you can't see his eyes through the impossibly dark sunglasses he has on. He notices you, and you can tell by how his head drops and neck cranes that he's checking you out. From the smile on his face, you can probably guess he likes what he sees. While he doesn't say anything, you can feel his lecherous glare roaming your body.<br/><br/>"Hey," a smooth voice comes fro behind you, and the stranger in front of you raises an eyebrow and continues on his way past you. Behind you, you recognize Kurt, who watches the stranger for a while, before turning back to you and asks, "need any help with your bags?" His expression is decidedly neutral, if not tired.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Shortly after Kurt leaves, a handsome young man wearing sunglasses enters through the door that Kurt accidentally left ajar. "Hello?" he asks, with a hint of some kind of accent, and takes into account of all the guests in the room. His sunglasses covered eyes rest on the three beautiful women touching each other, and he grins in response. "You work fast, huh, Rockstar?" He turns over to Jack, actively ignoring the hag slurping down whiskey. "I don't mean to intrude any, but I was told to come fetch you. I'm Cole Piecharcka, I'm the head DJ and sound technician here at the Arcadia. We need to go over a few things before the show tonight, but, uh, if this is a bad time, I can come back later."