Poe was at a table next to his herd, as always, with his typical wicked smile on any passing girl. Everyone knew him, and most of the girls were dying for him.

He laughed with his herd, and his gaze drifted towards the other tables, until it fell on you. His gaze was wicked, lascivious, and attractive. He winked at you and then turned his gaze from him to his herd.