The room flared in a grotesque display of light and sound, as the dark eyes of black and brown collided. Naveen breathed out quickly, as if his very soul was erotically charged, down to the very soles of his shoes. He wanted to get up, to reach out and touch the solidified cloud of sexual energy that moved formlessly before him, but was restrained by two serpetnts, securing him tightly to the chair. A look of mixed agony and ecstasy crossed the prince's face, as he had a vivid flashback regarding some bondage play he'd done back in Barcelona… Naveen wasn't sure about the other side, but Facilier had definitely made a solid new friend in his pants.