There was something at once terrifying and alluring about the infamous Femio, Lilie thought, as she pondered the sight of him gyrating his hips wildly and flailing his arms about in the center of the room. The other students were edging away from him in an entirely unsubtle manner, but Lilie walked right up to him and grabbed him by his atrociously chartreuse necktie. Their eyes locked, and Lilie could very nearly feel the delightful amount of misfortune that would require her expert comforting.