You're My Sex Balm
Anders had been working on something. He wasn’t about to tell anyone just yet but it would revolutionize modern Thedas in a way no one could ever dream of. He was making a sex balm with a tie in of an aphrodisiac that would make anyone who wears it mad with lust until the person is fully sated… or passes out. It’s not like he was going to use it for every tryst he planned to get into. Just for the special ones. The extra special ones. He smiles to himself just thinking about it as he mixes the bubbling concoction.
Finally, the mixture is ready, or so he thinks. He pours the pink liquid into a flask and studies it. Could use a bit more distillation agent. He takes a bottle filled with clear liquid and slowly pours it into the other. Then-
Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck! He tilts the bottle too much that its contents spill completely into his balm that the mixture begins to evaporate at an alarming rate. Anders quickly puts a stop on the bottle, not without taking an accidental whiff of the potion. He could feel a boner forming beneath his robes and he panics even more. He has to get rid of the concoction. He’s not sure how dangerous the potion could be though its primary effect is clear.
In his panicked state, he rushes to the Hanged Man to seek Varric’s help to dispose of the bottle safely, trying his best not to look at anyone so he could resist the urge to flirt and get distracted. He has a lot of trouble doing so although thankfully, he manages to make it to Lowtown without giving into temptation. He enters the tavern, clutching the bottle tightly as if his life depended on it, keeping his eyes fixed on the stairwell until-
“Anders!” a voice calls out behind him, catches him off guard and makes him drop the bottle onto the floor, shattering the glass and causing the contents to release in a cloud of pink smoke that fills the room, poisoning all the tavern’s inhabitants with its sensual aroma. Anders whips around, aghast. “Solona!” he cries out loud before dropping to the floor to fix as much of the damage he can.
“I’m sorry!” Solona tries to say but when she inhales, suddenly all her nerves begin to tingle and her senses heighten. Surely the same goes for the rest of the people within the same room.
OOC: Happy New Year, Dressing Room! This is the Hanged Man orgy we've all been waiting for! Have as much fun as you like and don't forget, dressing room logic applies so feel free to bang as many people you desire. This is the chance to do someone you've been dying to do but couldn't find an opening [wink] before. Also, this post works like a meme so feel free to have multiple situations or what not. There is no story line. Just crack. So you don't just have to comment for poor, ol' Anders here. But feel free to take advantage of him... before he takes advantage of you.