Mattie X France
Mattie walked along the streets of Paris, enjoying the wonderful night life after finally getting away from that dreaded university. As she walked she noticed a blonde man moving towards her, a glass of wine in his hand and a charming smile on his face.
"Bonjour mademoiselle. May I say you are looking absolutely ravishing this fine evening. Honhonhonhon."
Mattie smiled politely at him. "Why thank you, monsieur."
As she was about to continue on her way, he spoke again. "Would you care to join me for dinner?"
Mattie was about to decline but instead decided to accept the Frenchman's offer. He did look quite tasty. "Alright."
When they arrived at France's house, he immediately moved into the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine. He gestured for Mattie to sit, which she did, and handed her a glass, before taking a seat next to her.
"So, mademoiselle, what brings you to Paris?" he asked, his charming smile hadn't left his face.
Mattie took a sip of wine. "I just wanted to get away. Also, I find the people here very, alluring. Especially the men." She gave him a sly wink.
"You're quite right. Honhonhonhon" He moved closer to her, so close in fact that she could feel his breath against her cheek. "How about I show you just how alluring we French can be?"
Although she was quite hungry, she was strangely drawn to this charming Frenchman, and thought maybe she could put off eating him for now...
Oswald prayed that no one would be in here. He prayed with all his might. Yet, still, as he opened the door, he found the exact same situation as he had been finding every other time. He closed the door and sank to his knees.