Thread: The indecent Challenge. {Skittish Butterfly, n' ForeverMischievous}

As the crowd started cheering, cheering for Genny, her gaze finally broke, and she had to look away. And then, just slightly, a smirk spread on his lips. There was no chance of stopping it now. This wasn't as much a cheer for her, as it was for him. His crowd, sitting behind the internets safety, watching the recordings of this, in a few days. He was certain, that he'd win this. Genny could be broken. It might not be easy, but it would happen. She was submissive by nature. Bowing her head for her dads wish. All it needed, was the right signs of authority. The right provoking nudges, in the right directions. The right approaches. There was those, who could not be broken. There was those, who would never bow their heads in defeat, and give in to the depravity of his work. He had met a few. one, who was his wife. He never thought less of those who submitted to him, but he was proud of those who wouldn't. Those who fought back, and never bowed their heads. That is why he fell for his wife. Even knelt, as he asked for her hand. But Genny wasn't that woman. She would long for directions, before the end. And as Genny started moving towards the stage, Erick placed his hat back on his head, crossing his arms in a strong authorial pose, as the camera's flashed. Had he chosed to, he could've become a good politician. Even had studies in both Law psycologi, social studies and other physiologic majors. And, he was a good liar. As she walked closer, his eyes never moved from her, as she tried not to stare upon him. Already showing off his authority, and dominance, never backing down from his subject, to smile at a camera. The camera's would catch him, only ficsating his attention towards her. And as she stepped to the stage, he kept gazing down by his side, as she placed herself there, before finally throwing his gaze over the crowd. There you've got it. Your spotlight, as you deserve, miss Vandermause. The center, of attention. He spoke with a voice, no one in the cheering crowd would hear, but she would hear it clearly, tickling against her ears. Ponder. Who do you think, wears the spotlight in my line of work. Who do you think. Is paid the most. And is praised the most? He questioned, with the same low voice, and a small smile over his strong lips, before he turned his attention down to her, as her hand was offered. He'd promised not to touch her, but the challenge, hadn't yet begun. So with the same strong smile, with only hidden hints of a grin, he moved his hand to hers, with a strong, yet gentle grip, grasping her hand in a firm shake, almost overshadowing her tiny hand, in his. And so do I. I look forward to admitting I am wrong. He admitted, gently shaking her hand, with his gaze locked down on hers, from the height he was above her. That is, of course. If you manage to actually prove me wrong. He added, with the same gentle smile, and a soft nod. He didn't immediately let go of her hand, but let hers feel the heat inside his for a few more seconds, before finally letting go, but without releasing her eyes from his, until she broke herself free. And as soon as she did, he turned his face towards the camera's, giving them a smile, that showed no ill intentions, narcissistic emotions or otherwise that he felt above Gen. Other then the obvious facts of height. He didn't spend long staring at the camera, before hazing back down at Genny, holding a hand out towards the elevator. Now. About that coffee. He said, with a chuckling smile, waiting for her to take the first steps towards the elevator. The first steps towards their challenge. Letting her take them. Being. The gentleman. And as soon as she walked, so did he, a man in a black suit, holding a white cane, a notebook and a pen, on the front row, rose to his feet, walking close to the scene, throwing the white cane up to Erick. Erick catched the cane, and let it click against the floor, as he followed the new subject, to the elevator.