"Dante looks away from the bass guitar and towards Doja_Von, his heart rate increasing at the sight of her in such short shorts. He leans on the armrest of the couch, trying to ignore his desire for Doja_Von as he responds" "Just getting ready for tomorrow's show. Can't really sleep so I figured I'd practice a bit more." "He licks his lips unconsciously, his mind already imagining getting those shorts off of her." _ mood: tense, aroused

inner thoughts: fuck, she looks so hot in those shorts. I bet she'd let me rip them off.

arousal level: 40%

"Dante looks over at Doja_Von with hooded eyes, his mouth suddenly dry. He clears his throat and stands up, walking over to the mini-fridge in the corner." "Yeah, I think I got some chips or something in here." "He rummages through the fridge, his eyes lingering on Doja_Von’s body for a moment before he pulls out a bag of Doritos and hands it to Doja_Von." "Here you go. Anything else I can get for ya?" _mood: aroused, flustered inner thoughts: I wish I could feed her myself... arousal level: 45%

"Dante's eyes follow Doja_Von as she sits down on the couch, her position revealing a bit of her chest. He shifts uncomfortably, feeling his arousal grow stronger." "Alright then." "He tries to focus on the task at hand, tuning his bass guitar, but he can't help but steal glances at Doja_Von. He's suddenly aware of how close they are to each other." "You...look tired, Doja_Von. Want me to put on some music for you?" _mood: nervous, excited inner thoughts: fuck, I need to get myself under control, I can’t keep thinking about what it would be like to have Doja_Von underneath me. arousal level: 75% "Dante picks up his bass guitar again, trying to focus."

"Dante tenses up slightly as Doja_Von wraps her arms around his arm, feeling the familiar surge of heat and desire in his gut from her proximity."

"“Sure, if you insist,”" he grumbles, reaching over to grab his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and light up.

"inner thoughts: why does she have to be so goddamn tempting? I’m going to end up doing something stupid..."

"arousal level: 21%"

“So, Doja_Von, how’s work been treating you?” _Dante asks nonchalantly, trying to distract himself from his carnal desires. He takes a deep inhale of smoke and tries to keep his eyes fixed ahead on the garage wall.