Women

Clay slipped from the dance hall, playing with the sleeves of the fancy suit he'd rented for the occasion. This was so stereotypical, he couldn't even take it seriously himself. The whole mission impossible theme of this place was extremely humorous to him. But he refused to go wiggling through vents and darting through laser beams. No, this would be far easier than that. He gently combed his fingers through his hair, he'd cut it for the event. He glanced at his watch before letting out a gentle sigh. Thinking to himself "let's get this over with."

He slipped back into the dance hall, his sultry green eyes scanning the crowd until he found the woman he was looking for...Smiling playfully across the room at her. She returned it. He went and met her in the middle of her conversation, simply taking her hand and leading her into the dance. They would dance for quite some time, Clay asking her simple questions about herself while she went on. She always smiled so greatly when he spoke to her. He finally slipped away once two or three songs had gone by..Chuckling to himself as he held the key to the rooms upstairs...The woman really was incredibly easy to manipulate...

All women were easy to manipulate. Men were much more fun. He slid the key into the lock, chuckling softly as he let himself in...He undid his tie as he went, pulling it off. Undoing his coat and pulling it off, he laid himself down on the large couch in the middle of the room...Smiling a little as he waited for the master of the house to get home. Oh yes, this was so much easier than climbing through a vent...