Sofia bites her lower lip and clenches her fist. She can sense the insincerity in his voice. She steps forward, away from the tree. She does her best to stand tall and unfazed.

She takes a deep breath. "Don't waist your time," she says in a borderline rude manner. She walks towards her violin and bow, which she left on the grass. "I'm going back to the dorms, don't you dare follow me."

His eyes widened a touch as she stepped forwards, his smile holding as he took a step back. That was perfect... better than he had expected! He breathed in deeply, taking in her scent in the air. His heart was pounding a touch harder as she walked for her violin, grinning behind her back.

She had what he had been searching for, some of what he was hoping to find. She was beautiful, that was for certain; she had also grace, refinement, and other qualities so rare and special that he didn't see in any others. Unique traits... and beyond that, she had something else. Power. Not physical, not merely power in beauty, but she had Power in personality, in will. Forceful, stubborn.

Not only did he find her anger and stubbornness attractive, but now he had the opportunity to twist and test the endurance of her mind and will, to see just how much strain she could take. He lamented a moment; under normal circumstances he'd have spent weeks with this polished ruby, but he would have to do with tonight... and 'push' her much, much harder.

He stayed where he was, but as she knelt he spoke up clearly. "Heh. You are right. I'm not visiting..." He spoke quieter, his smile shrinking to a tiny, bemused smile. "But I am here to get something... and you seem interesting... so what's your name? You had best share, or you won't be happy with what I'll do." He grins again at that, but it vanishes quickly as he approaches her...

"Is that a threat?" Sofia narrows her eyes and focuses on the young man. Another wind blows from the sky, fluttering her dress about. Her bright red hair, which drapes down her back, flew around like feathers.

The foreboding fear in her stomach has dissipated away, only to be replaced by a sickening anger. How dare he? She thought, how dare he threaten her like this. She bites her lips. Her mother taught her to be lady-like and lashing out would certainly be out of the question. She stops and stands defiantly before the young man.

"I cherish my name, much like an heirloom," Sofia says with a sarcastic smirk, "I'm not easily going to share, especially not one such as yourself."

His eyes flashed in delight at her expression, the grin returning briefly. /This is what love must be like... maybe!\ He shivered at her words, though he did look like he was balking a moment. Finally, he just chuckled and sighed.

"Oh yes, it is a threat. It is also something of a promise... a promise that I will get that name from you any way I can." He flashed her a confident smile. The game was afoot; he had something he wanted to know, wanted to know quite a bit, and she was definitely not the sort to give in easily.

He stepped forwards, a sudden and quick motion as he raised his hand to caress her cheek. Her red locks dancing about her, and the white dress that covered so much and yet showed her off so well, all enhanced that beauty he was seeing. "Mnn... and you are terribly beautiful. I can understand not sharing that! But, I'll have to be taking that name from you tonight...

Sofia slaps his hand away from her cheek. Though she prided herself for being proper and demure, she will not have any of this. She counters his confident smile with a cold and accusing stare. Her face shows no emotion except for her eyes that bore deep into him.

"I'm afraid you will not get my name," Sofia walks past him. She walks close enough for him to smell her lavender perfume, but made a point not to touch him.

"Of course, you can get my name in a dishonest way, like looking through my school files," Sofia says as she walks towards the violin Ethan has given her, "But, that would cheating... and you'd miss out on the pleasure of me telling you..."

She bends down and picks up the violin. Her night gown flows about her body, showing her curves one time and then hiding them on the next. "And if you do the latter, then I win right?" She has a small smile on her face, "For you were desperate enough to acquire my name in that manner."

He pulls his hand back at the slap, blinking and smiling in surprise. His eyes follow her as she storms past, breathing in lightly. As she reaches the violin, he nods and chuckles, smiling lightly. "Good... you understand the significance of that! You are more intelligent than I thought... positively delightful! I didn't think you'd notice this little game..." He says, smiling. Of course, she might not to come... but THAT was half the fun. She was prepared and ready, it seemed...

"I confess, it's hard to pronounce your love for a lady if she won't even introduce herself..." He chuckled lowly. "Which means I'll have to convince you to give your name to me, mm...? Before someone interrupts us..." His eyes were on her closely as she bent down, approaching her casually. She had plenty of time to run it seemed, his pace not aggressive and his words seeming more playful.

At least until, as she straightened, she felt something wrap around her feet! Black loops encircled them, like roots raised up from underground, circling each foot and rooting them to the grass!

"Not notice your little game?" Sofia scoffs, "Do not insult me."[/color]

She reaches down and grabs her bow. She lets out a soft, but annoyed sigh, "Pronounce your love for me?" Sofia bites her lips, trying not to laugh. "Sir..." she says in a condescending manner, "that's something I won't let you do and so please stop tr...."

Her words were cut off when black loops circle her feet. She presses the violin against her chest and lets out a quick cry. She hated creepy crawly things, especially those that hide beneath the ground. Sofia tries to move away, to free her feet, but she can't move an inch.

"W...What's going on?" she whispers to herself as she struggles to get free. She keeps her posture straight, trying to give the man an impression that she's in no trouble.

He just smiles at her scoff, her annoying amusing him greatly. That fierceness is what made this so fun!

He leans forwards and crosses his arms, eyes narrowing as he watches her reaction. He approaches slowly, and reaches out to caress her cheek lightly and smiling impishly. "I said I was going to get that name from you, mm?" He laughs and steps back, dodging a slap.

"Just what will I have to do..." He muses, eyeing her curves. "But, I suppose I'll promise you one thing. If I don't get it, I'll give up winning your love." /I'll just make sure to enjoy you utterly regardless... and to see how long it'll take until you scream in pleasure...\

Sofia's violin falls out from her hands while struggling to free herself from the black loops. This starts to unnerve the elegant girl, but Sofia tries her best to keep her composure.

"Win my love?" she asks in horrid disbelief, "Only one man has my heart and no one can pry it away! You will NEVER get my name!"

She tries to bend down and free herself from the bonds, but the awkward position makes her fall forward. "Kyaaah!"

The loops seem to hold her toes fast to the grassy earth, not budging in the slightest. It's like there were some sort of suckers on them, adhering fast to her feet.

Icosagon grinned and advanced as she fell forwards, putting a hand lightly on her posterior. "Now, that's a nice position for such a woman..." He says darkly, fondling her a bit while she was off-balance, mentally and otherwise.

{Then, we should begin a battle for this name, mm...? This one is... perfect!} He thought to the others, and from his back a long, sinuous black tentacle emerged. It slid along of her right calf, sliding up to tickle the back of her knee, and then along her thigh... "Never, never tell me? Oh... we'll have to see about that. Do you promise you won't tell me? Swear you won't tell me? No matter what I do?" He asks with a grin, his hand lightly squeezing her left buttock as her right leg was lightly teased.

Sofia grits her teeth. Tears almost welled up in her eyes from anger. How dare he, she thought, touched her. Using her skills as a ballet dancer, she manages to push herself up. "You will never get my name!" She cries out, here's a small tremble in her voice, "I promise you will never, ever get my name... you... vile creature!"

Sofia slaps the tentacle off and yanks his hand away. Though the force she used, and the suckers on her feet, causes her to loose balance and fall back on her butt. She bites her lips, refusing to look at him. She knew he has a smug smile after seeing her in such an embarrassing position.

"Let me go!" She demands, slowly losing her composure, "Let me go!"

He stepped back quickly as she shoved up, slapped aside lightly. He was completely amused, grinning and standing over her, eyes raking over her body slowly. Every curve, every inch of exposed skin, drew his eyes. He watched her chest rise and fall at her distress, watched her expression twist from anger to anguish.

With a heavy sigh, he crouched down next to her, bending one knee. Gently placing a finger on her chin, he turned her head to face his smile. "Now, now... don't be freaking out so quickly! Fear's not an attractive trait at all..." His voice dropped a little, whispering lowly now. "If you start, I might have to just find some other entertainment with you instead!"

As he spoke, his other hand gently stroked across the side of her chest, rubbing the skin through the thin fabric, catching and rolling the flesh of the sides of her breasts between his fingers. Now it was time to give her something to squirm about... something to fight against.

Sofia jerks her head away from his hand and grabs his other hand and pulls it away from her. "I don't need your concern or pity!" Sofia says, raising her voice. With two hands around her ankles she tries to pull herself off those wicked suction cups, but she found herself too weak to.

"Let me go now!" she demands. With threatening eyes, she stares back into him, however she knew that she had nothing to back up that threatening gaze.

"I don't care what you think is attractive or not..."

His smile splits into a broad grin at her demands, then puts a hand over his heart and looks hurt. "You don't? But that anger is so cute!" He chuckles a little, then leans forwards. "That's fine then... but you'll have to give me your name before I'll let you go..."

A second tentacle slid out from behind his back to join the first, both lashing out to seize her wrists! She saw and felt the rubbery suction cups on her skin now as her arms were hauled up and backwards, forcing her to lay out on the ground, arms above her head. A third one slides out of his sleeve, sliding across the front of her thin gown before snaking down, toying at the hem before starting to roll it up past her waist...

"But... let's get this off you first. Don't worry, it's a warm night... and I'll make sure you don't catch a chill without this..." He walked around her prone form, the sound of the grass crushed under his feet nearing her ears as he walked up beside his head. He knelt down, stroking her cheek again. Then his hands descended, grabbing the neck of her gown and tearing it down with a violent riiiiip!

Sofia's brilliant red hair flies up as the tentacle jerks her to the ground. She lets out a loud scream that echoes through the empty forest. No one could hear her, it seems, it's only her and him.

"L-Let me go!" Sofia's chest rises and falls quickly, her voice has a taint of panic. She feels something tug at the hem of her thin gown. "Don't you...dare... dear god... don't you dare!"

Like a thin piece of paper, her gown quickly rip into shreds. Sofia made no sound. She's shock. She's frightened. The moon shines on her like a spotlight on her porcelain skin.

"No..."