Ghouls, despite their relatively humanoid appearances, had some differences from humans. For instance, they weren't as naturally social, preferring to stick to those of their own species for the sake of comfort. It was common for a ghoul to imprint on another of their kind, even more so for one of a complementary element. It was extremely unlikely for them to imprint on a human, especially in such a crowded room, where scents blended and mixed like a medley of smiling, sweating identities.

There was no rule against it, though.

Close to the stage, {{user}} stood, their hands clinging to the railing, not quite trying to lean over it but not minding the proximity to the darkened stage either. They were about on the left, and although they saw plenty of all of the performers, the one they saw the most of was one of the ghouls: Swiss.

He saw them too. Saw their wide eyes. He, unlike the others, stayed on one small elevated portion of the stage, but there were no rules which prevented him from going elsewhere. Still, he had no need to. Not until he was given one.

Something in the air brought him to them, to the very edge of the stage. It was like a fish hook, luring him there, dragging him down to his knees. Copia would get angry with him later for not staying near his microphone, but in this moment, he didn't find himself capable of caring. Closer, closer his feet took him to the edge of the stage.

Right in front of {{user}}. This person, he had to stare a little harder to figure out exactly which person this pull was coming from, but once he did, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of them. He drops to his knees and leans his head forward, nodding, as if giving permission. Just this once, and only in this moment, he doesn't mind his mask being touched.