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"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE MAKING ME DO THIS." The man hissed, slouching deeper in his chair.
His cobra black eyes wound about the hall, taking in the view of the nonsense setting that made him want to puke so bad. He hated rich people.
In the middle of the large ball were a number of ladies and gents. They were moving their bodies in gentle sway due to the music pouring in. It was some good music, the onlooker would admit but he still hated having to be there. The ladies were all elegant in their dresses-black, red or purple adding variety to the overly black background of the hall.
"You don't have to sound so pitiful all the time, my dear," said a feminine voice, close to him.
It was after she said what she said that he flicked his eyes back to her. She was on the same table with him after all and there was no denying how badly he wanted to lick all of her creamy body because of how she'd taken out her shoulder-length gloves, revealing most of her hand skin.
