<div class="floatright">(http://i57.tinypic.com/wlp1g5.jpg)</div><strong>Character: </strong>Biff<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Dorm: Floor 1: Room 1<br/><strong>With: </strong>Quinn, Tiana<br/><hr/><br/>What happened between his legs was not what what he expected. He had expected that she would use him as if he were no more than a tool at her disposal, something akin to what had occurred earlier in the baths. To say he was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. Biff had taken the attitude of Dawn to be the prevalent one, especially after the kitsune had dismissed him so wholly, but here was... he wasn't sure he had a word for what this was. She seemed to care about how he felt, which tended to be more than he usually got, and here he was spending his energy on Quinn. The ministrations outside his vision were taking a toll, and he had to pause in his own workings lest he erupt too soon. Biff's breathing was becoming a bit labored, between his mind trying to wrest control of his loins from the temptress currently teasing and pleasing the same. He had to do something, before she finished him off and he was left without her name. Almost growling, he sat back up, Quinn sliding slowly down his chest as he rose until she was almost impaled. Instead, he lifted her cautiously to avoid that abrupt fate and set her astride the one of his legs not currently bearing a portion of Tiana's weight, and began stimulating her manually. Fingers plunged into Quinn's folds, digits large enough that he barely dared to put more than one in, but dare he did. How else might he prepare her for the main event later in the night? At the same time, his other hand tried to beckon Tiana from her current engagement with his shaft to join their lips together once more. She deserved his attention, more than just idly.<br/><br/>He wanted to show his appreciation but couldn't think of how... he knew for certain that when all of this was over, he'd surely get her one of the beds he had previously thrown out and, if amenable, place it adjacent to his that they might spend the night together, even afterward. Something in him longed for more than just brief physical contact and comfort, as masculine as that sort of thought wasn't. "How... may I please you?" It wasn't the best thing to say, but something needed to be said if he was going to hold up his end.