He is a Nymphomaniac.

After Rhehan's speech the performances on the stage began as various artists from all over the world showcased their talents. Every once in a while Rhehan could not help but turn his head to the back rows to find the girl in black dress. Evertime he turned his face to the back rows his eyes met various girls who smiled at him hoping to get a smile in return.

Not many people of such young age recieved an honour to sit in the first row. Rhehan had guessed her age to be in 20s assuming her to be seated somewhere at the back.

Little did Rhehan know that the girl in back dress was sitting five seats away from him in the first row itself, enjoying the performances of various artists.

She looked like a model from here physique, Rhehan wondered turning back his face again. He so much wanted to rip her dress and watch her tonned body moving up down on his bed. He was determined to take her to his home. All other girls looked faded before her. He wondered what her face would be like.

Rhehan quickly snapped out of his thoughts cursing himself. Why was he even bothered how she looked? Why did he want to see her face and rest of the body? He was only interested in having sex with her, reminded Rhehan to himself.