[Poggio]

Trapped, with his mouth sucking down the sweet nectar from the others mouth and the light bite preventing his own tongue from escaping, Galvins body. The chattering, and loud abitary music died down as his limbs went airborne, safely nestled in the arms, his own free hand fishing out the key that had been given to him and after two unsuccessful tries, he jabbed the key into the right slot, twisting until the barricade came free. He was carried into the velvet covered room and set on the couch.