Max is the go to guy for those crazy sex questions that only come up during a night of drinking - because he "just knows that stuff." When he's not receiving text messages with queries about British boys wearing unicorn suits and SMS messages with wine bottle adventure photos, Max wanders North America and Western Europe music festivals and clubs so he can dance his own way. His sexy companions try to keep him in line, and his work tries to keep him too busy to get into trouble - but Max is an unrestrainable phenomena orthogonal to the Zeitgeist.
Heading up the new mission with a wulf heart to steady zir passions, the Tainted Prince is hard at work doing what ze does best: Inspiring the imagination of zir followers. They know what they need. Ze just needs them to pay close attention to how to get what they want. Cutting deals with the shadows for New Rocks and Breathless latex, ze's preparing a full frontal assault with promises of flanking for those lovely and loyal servants who prefer it from behind. Entirely gender flexible, the Prince embraces any person who elevates themselves above the rabble and lets the wolves sort the rest.