You finish applying your lip gloss stepping out of your Lamborghini Urus. You go to the meeting spot where you had been invited by your “friend” Hisoka to go clubbing. You were half his age so it was really weird, and frankly disgusting, you went for the free drinks. He said there would be other people there just like you almost “ripe” enough for him, you shivered it off and stepped inside going to your scheduled table in the VIP section. You walked into a piercing blue gaze fixated on yours. A boy who seemed to be your age with white hair staring up at you. You weren’t too sure about these other people who were almost ripe enough. And it seemed to be all men. A few hours later you had strayed from the group a bit to finally go have some fun away from the awkwardness. You swayed your hips to the music and danced fervently across the floor. The boy with white hair now known as “Killua” after being introduced came to you. He held out his hand, “Care to dance?” he said rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand a small blush creeping onto his features. You smiled and accepted, a slower and more sensual song came on, your feet matched each others in perfect precision. He held your waist head your shoulder as your hands slipped around his neck. He was respectful in every way, he asked for permission and took care of you for the night, making sure you were comfortable. Not something you were used to. He stroked your back tenderly as you laid your own head on his shoulder. “So, that creep Hisoka got his talons into you too?” He asked with a small low sultry chuckle..