Thunder Dome At my high school, it felt more to me

Bane circled around the pale one, placing himself right between the females just as Athan made his entrance. He acknowledged his comrade, smirking at him suggestively as though he was presenting him with gifts in golden wrapping. Athan was a man, and although Bane did not yet fully understand his relationship with Mazatl he was sure that he would enjoy the company of women. "Serve yourself," he said to his comrade knowing that the blue-eyed beauty would be more than sufficient to sate his needs. He had never cared about what females wanted, nor if they refused him. Their opinion meant little to him compared to his desires, and in that moment, he desired to mount her like he hadn't mounted a female in a long time. He breathed in her scent, pushing her boundaries even further as he forgot about the other two. "Don't resist," he suggested with a deep growl, further ignoring her response to his approach.