He had met her in a club. He hadn't wanted to go there, not in the least. Clubs were crowded and sweaty and... he never did very well in crowded places. Lots of girls there, all expecting him to say something cute and whenever he could have, he always seemed to get flustered and loose his grip on his tongue. Damn his being shy. But this time... it had been different. She'd caught his eye after he'd been abandoned by his friends (drawn onto the dance floor like moths to a flame) and he'd been sitting by the bar. She walked up to him and he... or did he walk up to her? He could hardly remember. He could hardly remember much of anything after that point either, to be honest. All he did know for sure were those eyes of hers, boring into his own, tendrils of neon smoke rising from those orbs he couldn't take his own eyes off of. They made him feel good, like some terrible drug and he couldn't seem to get enough of them. Those eyes. Those are what had brought him here. They had been on his mind when they left the club together, staring at each other. They had been in his rear view mirror when he had driven her wherever she had ordered, staring into his. It had been some sort of miracle that he hadn't wrecked his car! Those eyes were fixed in his sight, even when he blinked, sort of like when he looked into the sun and the spots were still there. Except these were so much more. They were like the sun, except they warmed him from the inside out. They brought a smile to his face, a goofy grin he couldn't control and didn't care to, not so long as he had her. He had no idea where he was. In some room.
"You're going to be my toy for tonight, boy." The dragoness said. Her name... it was Maria or something. He suddenly remembered. Mistress Maria. It rolled right off the tongue over his curled lips into the air, light and loose like every part of him felt. He tingled. He shivered as she cupped his visage, tugging it up closer to her face as if he needed any coaxing to near her glowing orbs...