The creature with eyes like a shimmering spring rainbow had nothing else about it that struck one as sweet, or comely, or cute. It was not raw sex either - hardly lascivious, not at all. It was the presence that swept into the room and commanded all eyes, the being that drew attention, notice, a bone-deep longing. Perhaps this sensation was muted, as dreams were not (of course) its domain at all. In fact, there was a fair chance that a certain someone might try to spoil its fun. But it had a reason for being here, now, traipsing down the path of borrowed neurons, hijacked human brainwaves.
It looked a little out of place in the ballroom, implying it was not of its own construction. Lavish gilding and seashells weren't really its thing. The suit was simple. There wasn't even a tie, just a beautiful black jacket and trousers, and those utterly perfect, gleaming shoes. It was milky paleness, dark lashes, and cheekbones that would make a virgin cry.
It didn't seem in the least surprised to have a beautiful woman on its arm, all of a sudden, or chagrined.
Desire wound its arms around the lush blonde with some appreciation. "What wrapping paper," it said, dropping the emphasis on the third word, smiling and showing its very white teeth. There was something feline about it, a quiet and capricious look that slid all over, clocked everything, judged everything. Somewhere, a bit of music started up. It was unobtrusive, like a chamber orchestra in another room. The sound seemed to flow through the walls and ceiling. The music was not, however, chamber music, not precisely.
Somehow, however, they waltzed to it, despite the lack of an appropriate rhythm. Desire led, because of course it did, and it swept them across the dance floor, under the watching eyes of carved and painted gods. "What are you hunting for, Mr. Eames? On what treasure do you have your eye this evening? There isn't much to find around here. No locked boxes to crack open, no vaults to penetrate. What is your heart set on? Don't try to tell me you're only out for a stroll."