The man behind the large oak desk is of medium build, but you can tell he's wiry, strong and quick. His dark eyes sparkle in the low light, his clothing is arcane, but well made. His black hair shines like a raven's wing and his goatee is well kept. The woman calls him Sean...

You look to the woman, her body slight, but well formed. She shifts and you sense she's as graceful as a cat. Her skin is fair, but her hair is dark like the raven as well. Her eyes shine with lust and turmoil. Her lips are full; ready to kiss or to bite. He calls her Tabitha...

Sean looks at her, his expression turns to that of a man with intent. He stands and approaches, circling her; as a wolf assessing its prey. From his boots he pulls two, long, razor sharp daggers; the silver of the blades glinting dangerously in the candlelight. He begins to twirl them about his body, still circling Tabitha, his eyes never leaving hers. The look on his face is one of deep concentration and desire.

Tabitha inhales, keeping still, seeming to know too well how sharp those daggers are. She turns only her head, keeping her eyes locked with his.

As you watch him move gracefully about Tabitha, he begins to twirl about, bending and twisting with moves made by a dancer who love his art. There's no music, yet, he needs none. His body arcs sensually about the woman, his blades dancing about as if they had a life of their own.

You take in a quick breath as does Tabitha. Sean begins to dart closer to her, the blades dancing about and around her body, dangerously close to her face, her breasts. You seem to realize at the same time Tabitha does, that he could end her life with one, quick move and she would not even realize she was dead until she stood face to face with the gods.

With the quickness of snake striking it's prey, he moves in very close to her and you can see his breath flutter a strand of dark hair that had fallen across her face. Then, you and Tabatha both, hear a slight ping; you glance down and see one of her earrings laying upon his desk.

Sean darts in again; another ping; another earring lays upon the desk. Tabitha looks at Sean and he smiles...a dangerous smile.

He moves in closer until there is only an inch between Tabitha and his dancing blades. His movements become more intense, more planned, and you smell the scent of his sweat fill the air, the scent of his desire for her...you flush and suddenly realize that your own desires have started to burn within you and you are finding their dance erotic and arousing.

Again he moves close into Tabitha with his body and blades; then he backs away. You see a startled look come over her face and she glances down...you follow her eyes and you see that her shirt has been sliced open, revealing a firm breast, the nipple hardening in the cool air.

She looks up quickly, but Sean has already moved in and back out again; this time, you watch as her other breast is revealed through a knife slit in her satin shirt. Sean moves in again and again and again; each time more of her body is revealed to his lust filled eyes. You hold your breath as there are a few times that you see his blades lay flat upon her skin; but he never mars her flesh.

Tabitha stays still and Sean continues...closing in, twirling off...blades dancing so fast you aren't sure where Sean ends and the daggers begin. Then, he slows, moving sensually around her; each time around he moves in closer, but now, he doesn't back off. Tabitha looks around and sees nothing but ribbons of cloth barely hanging upon her flesh. He brings his body close to hers; she reaches to touch him, but he pushes her hands away with his blades. He begins touch her with the tips of the daggers, encircling her erect nipples. She flinches, feeling the pleasure it brings, looking down, seeing that no blood has risen...only passion.

Sean moves in closer still, his face so close to her lips...he bends down as if to give her a kiss, but moves away at the last moment, bringing his lips to her neck. Tabitha shivers as you know she's feeling his warm breath against her skin while she feels the cold steel of the daggers run along the exposed flesh of her body. Sean pulls back only slightly and continues to dance about her, slowly, gracefully. He leans down and his lips brush softly across each of her nipples as he circles...

Then he swiftly spins away and begins dancing with even more passion than before; faster and faster he moves...until both he and the blades become a blur. He lunges in towards Tabitha and for a moment you are almost blinded by the flash and speed of the blades as they near her body. Then, he spins back and stops...frozen in place...as the remains of Tabitha's clothing fall to the floor, leaving her standing there naked...

He stares at her appreciatively, then he thrusts his hands forward; the two daggers speeding towards her like lightning. You hear as Tabitha does, their whisper of death as they rush past her ears, through her hair, and imbed silently into the wall behind her.

Sean walks up to her, bringing his lips close, whispering, "Was that entertaining enough for you?" He smiles wickedly, then kisses her deeply. Her arms wrap tightly about him, hungily pulling him closer to her unclad body. The kiss breaks, and they both glance towards the door, and you realize, they know you are there.

Sean reaches behind Tabitha, pulling a dagger from the wall. He turns and looks straight at you.

"We can't have you watching everthing now can we?"