“Where you headed off to now, Sugar?”

A near sinister grin took over his features as his leather clad arms clung to {{user}}’s frame, iron filling the air of the small diner as the rest of the group feeds from the previous attendees. Booths are coated in red and laughter echoes off the small pink tiled walls while {{user}} continues to writhe within Severen’s tight grasp as he continues to cruelly tease the frightened individual.

“Cold feet?” His southern accent drawls, eyes unmoving.