He looked so delicious to her, his naivete, chivalry, and traditional values were nearly unprecedented in this day and age. Now this was interesting, something she had been looking for without even knowing it. He stared into her hazel eyes, look for a sign, so childishly believing that she was a "damsel in distress". His hand was extended out, palm up, so trusting. She felt a tinge of pity, in how he had a chance encounter with her. He had no idea what kind of Pandora's box lay before him.
"Are you all right? What did he do to you? We need to get out of here!" She stared back at him, studying him a little closer. His light blue eyes shielded by near-sighted lenses, his baby face highlighted by soft, puffy cheeks. Not quite a knight, but surely a squire, that's the future she saw in him. Possibilities and futures raced through her mind, considering all the things that she might be able to do with him, or do to him. She would have him, no doubt about it.
"Do you want power? Want strength? Want to be able to change things?" She had taken his hand, and pulled him close, as if there was nothing between them. He quickly lost his senses, she could easily see that, as he focused himself all over her. His eyes unwittingly explored her, touching upon her smooth skin, following along the slant of her single-sleeve mini dress, pausing very slightly between the curves, tracing along her hip and along her thigh just to tickle the toes before snapping together and realizing what he had done.
"Do you want to make a difference? What is your desire?" She pursed her lips, licking them a little, pulling all of his attention even though all he could help to do is stare into her eyes. He was twitchy, hesitant, scared, confused, shaken. But, his eyes were resolute, they made a statement with resolve. She could always ask him about it later. For now, there were more important things to do.
She grabbed him and kissed him. Not the kind of light kiss you touch on someone for a first date, but the kind that you lose yourself in, and can't help it otherwise. Her tongue reached deep, expertly sliding along the inside, tasting the flavor he gave off. If one didn't know better, it would seem as if she was sucking the life right out of him, and little did he know, she was, in a way. She could feel him ever so slightly wriggling away, but this was good enough for her. She bit his lip, tasting the blood, and let him go.
He stammered back, barely staying up. He was bewildered, speechless, but at the same time, something else was weakening him. Something, coursing through his veins, shooting through his muscles, spreading throughout.
"Now, you have power. What are you going to do?"