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Tyler began to move a bit more cautiously but quickly through the maze. He mentally cursed trying not to lose his mind in wondering how he even allowed himself to get in to that kind of predicament. The thought to climb over the large bushes had finally crossed his mind when he could hear the sound of something in the maze with him, particularly it's breath. That gave him the instant initiative to climb over it. A grasp to his back, however, as a large amount of weight pinned him down to the ground, kept him bound to the wet grassy ground. He groaned partially as he squirmed to get loose, but whoever it was on him was rather stronger and heavier. Soon he found himself slowly succumbing to a very arousing scent.

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Austen sat at a table, watching as a lot of people passed by him, wanting to talk about almost anything, especially conversations that was perhaps best kept among close friends. That was always the situation with him though. If they got too drunk, they normally would try to flirt with him or if they were of sober mind, the same was likely to happen. This kind of attraction had also gotten him in to the wrong kind of hands, something he would just have to live with no matter how hard he would try to turn it off. Nonetheless, there he was, dismissing conversations with the flick of his hand as the people would dispel and walk away from whatever attraction garnered them to his presence in the first place. If he was lucky, perhaps he would find someone who wasn't so susceptible to this ability granted from his proposed father who had come from the goddess of Love herself. He left the booth and took the the dance floor, his blue eyes faintly changing to a light pink as he began to find anyone who was more than likely to resist the temptation. He could tell when that happened, though sooner or later, his "curse" would have it's way with them.