[warning: oblique sex references]
The room is dark in this old Paris, one of Midgard's greatest cities, and one you have always held some fondness for. You've been trapped within the mind of the man on the other side of the door for some time now, but you are quietly forming a plan of attack.
You attend the party not as an unsavory element, though, not with a plan to bring the revelry down around the heads of those who celebrate, but simply to have a little fun yourself. Not everything has an ulterior motive, after all - not even for you,
He's there, the gentleman in the impeccable suit. You are dressed for the night as well, in clothing fitting to the place and the period, a well-tailored suit scattered with accents of green and gold. He has dark eyes, does the gentleman, and he's had a bit to drink. It's all too easy to coax him away from the piano, up the stairs, to a quiet bedroom.
From then on it is fierce between the two of you, moving swift then slow again. You tease, because you like to see him grow desperate. You doubt he's ever had to be desperate much, beautiful as he is. You cut the lights, because you may have wanton appetites privately, but it doesn't change the your buried dislike of being seen completely bare. Other than that, however, you are utterly confident, sure as can be. You pin his wrists to the headboard with your power and coil around and inside him. You take. It's all hot, slick, private, and intense. You tell him he's a beautiful whore, which he doesn't like but can't find the words to disagree with, and that makes you laugh.
When it's done, and you're both sated, you can see the wet gleam of his impossibly dark eyes in the shadows. You don't love this man who was just beneath you, but he's a comfort, a fondness, something with which to beat back the eternal tide of your own thoughts. Even as you stretch out briefly on the sheets, there they are again, shining black as oil under the twinkling lights of Paris outside. They are always there, always waiting, always ready for the moment you come back to yourself to begin eating at you again. You lay on this island, short respite from yourself, and take what comfort you can in the rare prize of another being close to you.