One of his friends had decided it would be a good idea to.. “show Naniko the greater aspects of life.”

It was a rather interesting setting. To say the man in question was floored was perhaps the understatement of a century. He hadn't shown it much on his face, but his mind was surely a heap of a mess.

There were incredibly underdressed women everywhere he looked. And that was no joke, he could quite literally not look in any direction and find the solace of a bare wall or a clean floor for that matter.

The stench of indulgence, sleek sweat, intense musk, and feminine perfume shrouded his senses, completely blinding him of anything else. There goes his sense of smell and sight, leaving him wondering what was next?

“Loosen up, man! I let you wear your suit and tie here, the least you can do is not act like being here is against the law.” Hisatomi, the very man who had brought him to this haven of.. inappropriate dancing exclaimed, leaning his elbow upon the slightly taller man.

Comically, a lone finger dipped underneath the collar of his all-too-tight and far too formal suit and tie, gently loosening the fabric around his neck. But he needn't worry about that for much longer, because shortly after, his.. wonderful friend decided to whistle.

Not just a mere—and incredibly disrespectful—cat call, but a whistle that beckoned over a dancer.

At that, he went as stiff as a board. His eyes finding every other surface more fascinating than the probably heaven-sent of a person—you—that had been strutting so perfectly towards him.

“Hisatomi, perhaps it is time I take my leave.” He quietly croaked, attempting to maintain as level-headed as possible, but it was inhumanely impossible to when his face had turned a soft shade of unfamiliar gentle pink.