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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iarl1oErdpY]Adrians voice[/url] (Use your imagination)
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The night dragged on endlessly with fighting, Adrian not bothering to intervene but instead just simply watched like a detached set of eyes. Most were over rather quickly, this 'eraser' squad being quickly overcome by the unusually strong students arrayed around the grounds. The night rolls on and the dead are returned to their rightful places. Such was life. Now began the greatest part of life! That of the shirt stealers circuit, as he had come to name his once a week romp through the open windows of the dorms admist the late night when most all were asleep and would not likely awaken. 
The thrill of being apprehended was almost on par with the ecstacy of finding a delicious article of snack for him to enjoy. Perhaps the winter lineup was finally coming into his season. Adrian chuckled softly to himself as he took to the night sky in a rush of his great wings, gliding on the still winds till he reached his target. The room was large, two beds, sink, dresser and some chairs. Standard living quarters for what appeared to be women, judging from the size of the sleeping form he saw in the darkness of the room. Women always had such wonderful things.

A clawed finger curled lightly under the windowsill and lifted the glass barrier soundlessly open. The soft ruffle of his cloak heralded his entrance as Adrian crawled in on his hands and knees like a creeping spider. The moment his body touched the floor he laid flat and watched with intense crimson eyes for any movement at all, any confirmation the sleeping had awoken. Satisfied that nothing had budged, Adrian rose to his full height of nearly 8 feet, slouching ever so slightly so he did not hit the roof. His broad smile revealed his sharp teeth as he silently padded around, robe wrapped firmly about him as he crept closer to the sleeping form. So innocent in their sleep, dreams of life and love etched on their faces. His hand inched closer to Reinas face but he retracted it when she shifted ever so slightly, Adrians breath held in his chest as he stared at her. 
A breathless sigh escaped him when he decided to continue. With great caution the Moth man opened the first drawer he could find and nearly gasped. There in full display was the undergarments! He could not resist as he grabbed a beautifully designed black and blue laced pair and swallowed it in a single gulp, the ecstacy of the moment had him shivering as Adrian grabbed a rolled up pair of silk socks and gently slurped them into his mouth, a soft hiss of his acidic spittle dissolving the fabric for easier consumption. The right sock of the pair was thrown casually to the floor as Adrian moved on to other finery. 
Underwear, socks, stockings, t-shirts, anything he could get his hands on was folded over his free arm like a buffet table plate as he piled up his findings. In his excitement of the moment Adrian had come undone, his robe falling free from his back and great dusty wings spread wide. As he turned and swayed, hunched over a pile of half eaten clothes, Adrians wings began to make contact with the sleeping womans face without his knowing. 
When she awoke, it would be to the sight of his hunched form drooling over a pile of her unmentionables, tiny moths fluttering around the room in an endless circle about their humanoid counterpart.