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What is YOUR seduction style?






This is what it said about me when I did the quiz.I do not know how much of that description is true [:-)] , but I was honest when I answered the questions. There are about 40 questions, but you can choose in what order to answer, as they are all attractive visuals.You click on a visual that appeals to you.Then answer,then again choose another visual, and so on till you complete it. The order in which you choose the pictures, also probably ,determine the end result.

It was fun!

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  1. That was a fun quiz. I came out as a hunter too. I'm not entirely sure that I'm as brash as it makes out but I do have the soft lovable bit they mention :-)

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  2. I came out to be a bubble! ... many questions where n/a for me..any way it was fun!

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  3. I came out as a Tantric Master and deeply perverted.... today is not going well.

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  4. It was so much fun!! The test is really nice looking but some questions are very puzzling. I got an awful result, they called me the Tantrum, it might be true, scary!

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  5. Having just read this..I will do the questions..in reality I consider myself to be weak and ineffectual when it comes to conveying my true desires....will report back!

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  6. Apparently I'm the 'Tantrum'...I'm going to sulk now!

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