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[serena rivera]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN Chloe Parker was more or less new to France, and being only a fluent English speaker made making friends a little more difficult. She was pleased to find that most of the girls in Sournois house were also fluent English speakers, but she knew that most of them weren't too interested in getting to know a new first year student who was seventeen years old. It's not like anyone knew about her past, so she supposed she had better look on the bright side of things. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she teased her hair a little before pulling it up into a loose bun at the back of her head. Some strands hung loose, framing her face and making it look like she had a halo around her visage. She pulled out her lipstick and puckered her lips. As she applied the deep red dye, she couldn't help but wonder what life had in store for her tonight. She knew that it wasn't policy to be able to leave the school at night, but she knew that most prefects would probably be asleep, and besides - this girl lived at night. Fluttering her mascara enhanced eyelashes, her blue orbs practically shone in the darkness - a trait given to her by her dear mother. She sighed and made sure she had everything she needed. She had heard of a brilliant bar and lounge in Paris and wanted to check it out. She grabbed her clutch - containing her wand, her muggle and wizard money - and she head out. She made sure to walk barefoot until she left the palace and was walking out onto the grounds. The crickets chirped around her as the stars shone as brightly as the sun. She slipped her feet into her boots and began to make a quick walk towards the palace gates. She felt a little like she was back home, sneaking out of her third period class with her girlfriends for a quick fag. This is just too easy, she thought smugly as she slipped out the gates and towards the Boutiques. She could see the lake glistening as she approached the shoppes, but saw that most of the lights were out - save for the Grub Pub - there were always students and adults in there, it seemed. She ran a hand through her bangs and found her way to the passageway to the Rue de Paradis, aptly named for the place she wanted to be right then. A few minutes later, she found herself walking along the cobblestoned streets and into busy traffic. Beaming at her newfound freedom, she raised her hand and hailed a taxicab. Jetting to the newest bar and lounge was something she was talented at in London, we'll see how far her English roots would get her in Paris. The music pounded as she hopped out of the cab. There was already a line of women and men waiting to get in, she smiled at the bouncer who looked at her skeptically before she showed him her ID. Beneath her ID there was a twenty dollar American bill which did the trick. She slipped past the waiting crowds, blowing the guys at the front of the line a wink and a kiss, before she entered the whole new world of class and wealth - not to mention alcoholic beverages. She had a fantastic time, and every now and then she would check her watch. She wanted to get back before sunrise so none of the prefects would realize she was gone. She batted her eyelashes and had men buying her drinks. She charmed them and then found herself in a bathroom with a tall, dark stranger who went by the name of "Ibrahim", but Chloe knew better. Come midnight, she bid the lounge farewell and wandered along the rues of Paris. She found herself in a park near the Rue de Paradis around one in the morning eating a gelato from a 24 hour café a few minutes away. She took a spoonful of the pink raspberry dessert and slipped the spoon delicately between her lips, sucking on the spoon a little while as her cat eyes searched the park. She tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear as she checked her watch again. She heard footsteps around her and made sure her wand was in her clutch. She was very careful at night in a park, even if she was near the safety of the wizard world a few feet away. She felt the bench creak as the stranger sat down. She took this moment to coyly take another bite of her gelato as she took a whiff of the stranger's alluring scent. She wouldn't sneak a peak, however, since she found the scent familiar but not at all worth giving the man the satisfaction of curiosity. "Mmmmmm," she moaned as the gelato tricked down her throat. TAG JP OUTFIT HERE NOTES excited to start a new plot, at last! xx

credit to kara caution, shine, & atf.

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#6B604B;] LURKING IN THE SHADOWS & HOWLING TO THE MOONLIGHT Dimmed, down the moonlight, sense of aggression had never been this acute as now. Jean Pierre could just let the scene unfold before him, as he just sipped from the glass he didn’t hesitate to grasp firmly with his hand to just deposit it back at its place next to his bedside table. The night proved to be as daunting as his sole presence, for the moment his eyes stowed upon his abode, scrutinizing through the stark darkness. Not a single trace of brilliant luminous light, but more of the embracing cold obscurity he relished so much in dwelling within. For a dark creature it seemed cosy, as to let himself into the most profound trance which evoked ghouls and spirits from the past. How many ladies had succumbed before his physique? His charms? His whims? Broudillard couldn’t count them with his hands, although one seemed to escape his skills, as she seemed reluctant to his contact, and her eyes trembled with dread with his presence. ‘Snow… Winter’s approaching’ a frivolous thought, fringed and ushered to his darkest deeds. The moment he had almost turned into a werewolf before her, had caused her ail in such amount she was refusing to spot him for at least a while. Nevertheless, such trifle couldn’t work its apoplectic magic upon him, as he was the most indifferent man he could conceive. Past the obvious rambling, his throat invited the liquid, letting it slip inside as it soothed him down, relaxing each muscle of his, taming the inner beast and contracting his anatomy in response, just as he could depict his own image through the mirror resting just a couple of steps away. He was afraid of glancing at his reflection, as he could yet sense the monster tearing his soul and eating it from within. The man reflected, not only in mind, but also kept his mouth shut, just as his deems went blank and anything ensued. Such an evening, and such a mesmerizing venue awaited him, the moment he would dare to tread across the threshold and into the outtakes. His house wasn’t losing the touch, as the ornaments remained at place and it didn’t appear a regular residence for a hybrid of his calibre. Pounding, he entered the hollow wardrobe, shaking a couple of garments and pulling them outside of their spaces. Something close to a suit – the whitest of blazers, along with the pants, furnishing a white shirt underneath that let all visible attention went straight to the reddish tie around his neck. Impeccable, as if concealing his crimes, he was the purest example of goodness. ‘What an hypocrite…’ his voice mused. For the most inviting of feelings, he combed his hair backwards, applying enough gel to make it stay completely kempt as if enchanted. Whenever needed, his image could change drastically, in order to preserve his immaculate self. Jean Pierre pondered, whether he should face the night at such short notice, just have drunk the dose of wolfsbane recommended prior to any exiting. Shrugging it off, the French stepped into the nocturne livelihood, breathing in deep as if beckoning to the dawn instead. Past midnight, he could tell, as his accustomed self could predict by the intensity of light and the scarcity of people roaming down the streets. What a convenient demure, reserved by those around, seeming absent, leaving him isolated and forgone into despair. “Not much could be done…” he stated to himself, swinging the door closed behind him as he walked the staircase and beyond; heading astray through blackness and lechery. His gallivanting ended up with a sigh, followed by the unusual sense of redemption, ceding to whatever was pressing his chest, prodding it with the cold air of winter, just as he had dismissed anything close to a coat or any protection from the chilly weather. Irrelevantly, he man wouldn’t bother, as his werewolf abilities granted him body temperature able to keep him warm in such frosting environment. Stating that, the man was in a quest, unsure of what he was aiming for. The moment his strides led him to a park, he stood still, contemplating the scene in his head, just as he couldn’t help but to let his sight feel upon a girl on a bench – quite peculiar the ways in which life worked, as he was just in the mood for hunting. She was younger than him, or so he could tell by the looks of it, holding her portion of dessert as she seemed to enjoy herself immensely with it. The man licked his lips as his devilish eyes riveted on her slender shape. Broudillard strolled all the way to the bench, settling down in a matter of seconds, yet remaining silent and mysterious, as always. ‘It’s a pleasure to stem confusion into a stranger’s mind’ satisfaction spread across his features, disguised in the suit of a smirk. “Tantalizing… I presume” he voiced out, “… such delicacy can evoke such pleasure to a lady’s taste” his lips blowing nonsense, utilizing English for communication instead. For some reason, she didn’t seem the French kind, and for the classy air hovering around her, he could even wage she wasn’t that distant to be American, thusly, a nearer location should be, and since he couldn’t contrive anything better, his call for English was his best odd. - - -

[serena rivera]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN Tantalizing? That didn't even begin to cover how wondrous the taste of raspberry felt on her tongue. The stranger only seemed to be partially interested in her treat and more on her tricks. He was only asking for trouble - Lo's kind of trouble, that is. She snuck a peak out of the corner of her eye and immediately noticed his age and weariness. He was older, not much older, than herself and she could see that he was slightly strained, although that did nothing to affect his rugged appearance. Something told her he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to women - regardless of their age, apparently. "I imagine you know quite a bit about a lady's taste," she said smugly, taking another spoonful and dipping it into her open mouth. She turned her head fully and glanced at him from beneath her lashes. She regarded his profile with interest - the sharp features of his face startled even her, and beneath the white she could tell that he was very fit. Chloe was familiar with this type of man from what she knew. There were a few similar to him at the bar, but something told her that he was different. She wasn't sure how he would take to her wand, so she kept it hidden within her clutch. If he knew of her magic heritage, she was sure there was some way he could figure it out. Otherwise, she was going to keep her mouth shut. She knew that the less one told of oneself, the more people would wonder about you. She glanced up at the stars and smiled slightly at the thought of still being able to see some within the heart of Paris. It was almost like she was back at Beauxbatons, sitting on the grass. This was only her third night at the school and already she was already beginning to warm up to the idea of boarding school. Being away from her parents was always a relief, and the farther she got from her brother the better. Unfortunately for her, thoughts of her sister swirled in her mind and she sighed, sad to have left her alone. She took another bite of the gelato, noticing that her supply was slowly waning and she was going to have to pack it in. She checked the gold rolex watch her mother had bought her as a thank you for attending Beauxbatons for her and found that it was only five past one. She had at least five hours until sunrise. Lots could happen in five hours. She opened her clutch and checked her monetary funds. She had plenty of galleons and sickles left. As for muggle money, she had barely spent anything the past few hours since there were so many wonderful gentlemen at the lounge who provided her with beverages. She scraped the remains of her frozen treat and sucked on her spoon a little longer before she got to her feet and dusted off her backside from the bench, sure the stranger saw the little show. She sauntered off and tossed the empty cup and bare spoon in a nearby trash can. She opened her clutch again and smirked, maybe she could get another go at getting a drink. Walking back over to the bench, she sat back down. She crossed her legs, revealing a little more of her thigh to the stranger and saying nothing. She checked her manicure, the blood red nails retaining their shine, before focusing again on the night sky. The moon was beginning to wax, nearing its full state, and she couldn't help but notice how bright Polaris appeared that evening. Of course, it was always the most brilliant, it just seemed more beautiful in France. Maybe it was the case that everything was more beautiful in the land of the French? TAG JP OUTFIT HERE NOTES getting off to a good start xx

credit to kara caution, shine, & atf.

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#6B604B;] LURKING IN THE SHADOWS & HOWLING TO THE MOONLIGHT As part of the tryst the full moon reached its zenith, lifting high amongst the clouds that clogged it sporadically, letting the light blinked every once in a while. Jean had never visited that park before, as the site itself represented anything else but dulling thoughts and activities. What else could lure you to a park? It was supposed to be a familiar location for collecting dry leaves and playing with the soil if youth implicated. Some flustered youngsters could just slip hands beneath their clothes as the hormones dissipated, eventually and the heat and tension faded away. The French was dubious as to address her in the normal ways or to employ a different approach for his tactics. It was blatant to envision the next move if you were another man, but never to foresee his moves, as he was a blank page from an ancient book, still to be filled. Some could qualify his appearance as provocative, just as some others would deem him avoidable. Depending on the glass, you could choose to eschew him or to just succumb before his skills. Jean Pierre sufficed any taste, fulfilling expectations in ways no one could even think of, and it was strangely handy. You could never satiate his taste nonetheless, in spite of strives. Long enough for a decent whit, the girl focused on her treat and on nothing else. It was as though she had overlooked at his presence all the way and so he reckoned, until her lips parted and the sweet sound of a female voice escaped them. ‘quite a bit?’ his senses sharpened, just as her simple comment ignited some sort of flame within him, as if being tested. ‘Is that a challenge?’ the man wasn’t known for his subtle manners, but for his undetectable essence, that could render females defenceless in seconds. Effortlessly, he could just whisper something to their ears and make them swoon at will. However, this wasn’t a demonstration for her or to him, but more of a prideful dispute to himself. ‘Haven’t you heard hunters smell fear?...’ having a beast inside you could twist your words, even inwardly and yield them to its favour, working like an assassin, seeking to fulfil the sense of chasing.; dogging the victim and driving her to a corner out of salvation, with dead ends and no turning backs. His specialty rested on manipulating people, and it was something he was definitely good at, almost to call himself an expert. The woman stood up quite calmly, having finished with every piece of her dessert and emptying the cup to its depths. Broudillard wasn’t sure of feeding his thoughts with her reactions or just lurking, chasing from the shadows as he did. She didn’t mind the fact of shaking her bottom in front of him, just as if he wasn’t even there. The more ignored he felt, the more interested and intrigued he became about it. What was it that she had that not a regular woman had? The attire? The lips? The way in which the curves shaped her and the swaying hair moved along her actions with the wind, it was alluring alone. ‘You did wrong at coming here… because tonight, you’re mine’ his resolute mind concluded, ending with a twisted smile cocking on his façade. The moment she had entered into his realm, the girl had declared him war without awareness. She disposed the rubbish on the bin as she made her way back to the bench. He couldn’t read through her actions, but something told him that she was playing with him in a way he couldn’t fathom, or at least she wanted to do so. Nonchalantly, a laugh escaped him as she crossed her legs and let more skin to show. The way in which she constantly rummaged through her bag didn’t bother him, it wasn’t money what he was after, but her. “I’m very familiar with a lady’s taste… which leads me to ask you… if so are you, with a man’s taste?” The man changed his position on the seat, he turned towards the woman, placing his folded leg on the bench as the other was planted firmly on the ground, adjusting his left hand to the back of the seat as he concentrated his whole attention on her. “I must admit you don’t resemble a typical French girl…” that should be the gist. She was too much awed with the starlit vault to mind him, that boiled up his temper, as for some odd reason, he couldn’t stand not being the receptacle of admiration. Nothing compared to interest, but more of a force of attraction, guided perhaps by lust itself. - - -

[serena rivera]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN Chloe didn't used to be a guy loving gal, believe it or not back when she was younger she was more into dolls and dressup. She was one of those girls who cared more about her grades than her looks, and she definitely didn't even think about sex or anything to do with relationships. Hell, she hadn't even had a real relationship, and seeing that of her parents didn't really help much. Ever since the incident with her brother Zach, things had been going downhill for the family and her parents. When Zach was sent away, Lo's mother wouldn't speak to her father for months - it took a crazy force of nature (like a blackout) to get the two to talk again. It was over candles, and it ended with them mutually agreeing that they were going to stay together and try and work out their problems instead of running off in search of a divorce and another marriage. Chloe twirled a strand of hair around her finger, coyly thinking of ways she would rather spend the evening than return back to school. There were many things that crossed her mind, each filthier than the last. She grinned to herself as she continued gazing up at the stars. The stars and the night sky had always fascinated her. There was something so rich and unknowing about them that always made her feel small, and in a way she kind of liked that feeling. Being around people, it made her feel like she was an object, often coveted, by other men and she knew that she usually had to tell them to bugger off or she could do as she pleased. Chloe's life had been relatively easy in terms of her confidence and how she felt about herself. She could walk around in a massive coat or little to nothing and she could still generate some stares that she was so used to to begin with. Sighing, she lolled her head from side to side as she looked around the dark park. She loved the streetlights in Paris, designed to look like old gas lamps, but she knew that there were bulbs in them. It was quite a beautiful blend of the old traditional view with the new modern Paris. She drummed her fingers on her kneecaps as she listened to the man's smooth, appealing voice. There was something about it that just allured her to him, and combined with his musky scent, it sent shivers down her spine. Was she really looking for a nice night with a stranger? Like all the others? Did she really think her parents would ever find out? There were a couple things to think about, especially with her still being a student. "You could say that," she said smoothly, "Although I find it's better to know by personal experience than assumption." She glanced over at him and noticed that he had turned towards her, giving her some more of his attention. What did happen when a dark stranger meets a sexy girl on a park bench in the middle of the night? Well, it seemed as though Chloe was beginning to find out as the sparks flew between them. She didn't quite want to admit it to herself, but she found him devilishly handsome. He was muscular and it seemed as though the moon lit up every feature of his face, making him seem more chiseled and beautiful. She felt a chill on the back of her neck and let her hair free of its hold, her locks cascading down over her shoulders like water. She shook out her bronze mane and glanced over at him from beneath her eyelashes, turning up her charm. "I dare say you're observant," she smirked as she looked at him. She leaned back a little and allowed her body to mirror his, although she let the arm resting atop the bench prop up her head as she looked at him coyly. Her blue eyes were tracing his features with hunger in them, and she could see that he was definitely the most intriguing character she had the pleasure of meeting that evening. "You seem quite the typical Frenchman, if you don't mind me saying so," a smile forming upon her deep red lips. TAG JP OUTFIT HERE NOTES this song seems to fit the mood xx

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#6B604B;] LURKING IN THE SHADOWS & HOWLING TO THE MOONLIGHT Pierre’s interests didn’t rest on simple lechery as the rest of the people conceived it to be so, regardless of specs and innuendos that people could guess about, as if they were completely aware of each aspect of his whole existence and they could translate it into whatever concept they would shape with their biasing judgment. The man didn’t assume the might that such empowering sensation yielded upon himself, such as the shredding notion when his garments torn by the transformation. It was something alien to him, yet it complemented his essence in almost its purest and thorough self. In matters of confrontation, his life had been struggling enough alone to sum anything else to his plate, as if the rich powerful image of a cocky monsieur was the perfect mask within such perfect masquerade he had been unleashed at. What portions of soul still lingered, still waited to be re-integrated to his spirit though being repulsed by the beast and rejected as beings to be known as remnants of his humanity, dwindling slowly and descending in number as of in volume. Each day engulfed the meaning of losing his identity, as he couldn’t exactly recall whom he was prior to the hungry monster cavorting inwardly as the imminent moment of the hunting evolved, commencing the so expected ritual in which the subject would be subjugated and the beast would emerge in his place. Nevertheless, tonight wasn’t the case or the occasion just as he had been drown in the elixir of tranquillity that was the potion preventing him from turning. On such stance he couldn’t much do barring praying for self-control, although now, he could sigh in peace calmly. His night-dream soon ended as he was taking back to reality, halting the course of his thoughts and delimiting his attention upon the subject, as it should be everything he should care about. Pierre let his eyes roved comfortably through her anatomy, glancing through the legs, to the curve of her voluptuous body, as from every corner his eyes set upon at. Drawing a delicate contour with his vision, it was as though he could caress the skin, grazing his against it as if his imagination could stem the environment and propitiate the mood, as to excavate through her mind and find her darkest and filthiest deems to reality. The sole intention caused his self to shudder, wince inwardly in the thrill of the anticipation, yet nothing was certain and he still had too little to lose the odds still worked against him. Or so he could think. It was definitely easy to get lost in those eyes that seemingly scanned through his frame in the same way he did on her. A simple glance could suffice to collect as much information as needed, just as if a simple glimpse could be everything you asked for. Mercy was not an option he often resorted to. Physical, as much as mental, his attraction level was beyond compare, and it could be a great power resting in the wrong hands, if of him was spoken – just as his appearance along with his temper could become ghastly. The man peered into her gaze, trying to decipher whatever was roaming through her mind, in circles and in cycles someone like him could fathom thoroughly. The instant her voices chimed with the wind again, it gained a subversive twist that could lack sense entirely as he could see it. ‘Assumptions?...’ the question leaked, permeating through his blockade, as though it was piercing enough to pass through iron itself. Could she be insinuating that he was a barking dog that wouldn’t dare to bite? The scathing man wouldn’t only dig his fangs down deep into her skin, but rush with everything on his way to attain it. This hazardous threat wasn’t more than what he actually projected through his bearing; through his visage and through his glaring gaze. “And I trust you believe my theories aren’t based upon practise…” it popped up inwardly through his consciousness, as if revealed solely to his knowledge and notion. “Feel free to be as opinionated as you wish… the truth will always out…” heedless, he stated gracefully in a French accent only someone of his demeanour could portray in such elegance. It let him time enough to stare at her tendrils falling loosely behind her neck and all over her shoulders, spreading in cascades slipping down her silhouette with grace. The aroma such motion released was impossible to neglect, just as he could sense it trespassing his nostrils and sinking deep into his lungs, filling them at ease. The wanton and deliberate action could only be product of her malevolent mind of seduction, as he couldn’t scheme anything logical linked to it. But it was her affirmation which left him speechless and absolutely engaged, with his orbs completely fixated upon her, framed by the smirk enclosing the sudden eagerness it provoked in him. Just as her attention was darted towards him, he could acknowledge her beauty, as he could frankly admit to himself in approval. “Most of the people spare a good misconception of the Frenchmen, and I can’t exclude me from them…” whatever impression she had about the men in France, he could only respite as she moulded her inner conclusions. “Mostly, it depends on your perception of them…” - - -

[serena rivera]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN Lo wasn't too eager to hit the ground running every time she met a guy, but sometimes the reminders of her mother just trying to control her all the time made her lash out. This back and forth with the stranger on the bench made things seem a little more impersonal, making it easier to find herself getting more and more turned onto the stranger. She didn't normally get so easily attracted to someone, she found men to be more of a tool or a method to keep herself happy rather than have them be something she wanted. It wasn't as though she needed the attention, she just enjoyed it. Most of the time it just came naturally as it was, since she'd be reading one of her books on a bench in London and more than once she'd have men sit down beside her and offer her a coffee or ask her for her number. It was all in appearances. If one looked willing enough, or sexy enough at most hours of the day (or 24 hours a day, as she tried to do) it was more likely that men would find you attractive. The fact is that you'd feel confident at least 24 hours a day which could only raise your level of attractiveness to others. It was definitely something that she didn't think about before she hit her mid teens and now she was only beginning to harness it as a seventeen year old. Chloe ran a hand through her hair and glanced over at him. She laughed. What was she supposed to think about this guy? Was she supposed to think he was some kind of 'sex god' or another? Somehow she knew that what he was saying wasn't what he meant. Was he saying that he knew what women wanted without actually trying and failing many times? Was he inherently good at seducing women around him or was this just some way for her to be falling all over him or the like (mind you, she still found him to be dark and mysterious - a good combination for someone who wanted to take her). "I'll believe you when you prove it," she smirked, very well knowing where she was going with that. Although, she kept her lips sealed as to not continue her stream of consciousness. If her mother had been around or knew what she was up to instead of being safely in her room at Beauxbatons, well... she knew that she probably wouldn't be at Beauxbatons much longer. A suitable punishment was sending her off to Durmstrang to live with her brother - something she loathed and would do anything to avoid. However, if sleeping with this man were something her mother wouldn't approve of... who would say she would ever find out? "A misconception of French men is that they speak to women and intend to marry them," she snorted in disbelief, "Are you saying that while you're talking to me, you aren't thinking of taking me to bed?" she shook her head in amusement. She wasn't a genius, but she could tell when a man's brooding stare was slowly undressing her - or at least using his imagination. She didn't have a problem with this, because she was doing it a little bit too. Just staring at his chest, she could see that he was strong and had a hard core. She looked away quickly and rummaged through her purse, bringing out some lipstick. She opened it slowly and raised it to her lips, and as she slid the chemicals upon them, she couldn't help but wonder if it was subconscious, her shameless flirting or her hidden desires. She didn't really want to know the answer to that dilemma because she feared that if she found out she only wanted to be sexually appealing to men, well she had a feeling that she would be facing a few years trying to reform herself to stay away from men. And who really wanted to do something as silly as that? "Who are you?" she asked him curiously, scooting a little closer and leaning her upper body toward him a little more. Despite her best efforts, she remained intrigued about who he was, having no problems displaying such interest and curiosity. TAG JP OUTFIT HERE NOTES this song seems to fit the mood xx

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