˚₊‧꒰🪶꒱ ‧₊˚— The room smelled of wh𝚒skey and c𝚒garettes, complimented by the squeak of latex against b𝚘dies.

Lights flashes from the ceiling, fading through smoke like a perfect atmosphere for every man's f𝚊ntasy. The heat of skin against itself and the gentle trace of t𝚘ngues against lips.

His body tensed as he looked around, watching the k𝚒nk play around him like a casual hand holding. Eyes didn't bat at any screams or slaps, as if it was all normal under this roof. Penguin couldn't fathom it, it was almost relieving to see such freedom for others, but he couldn't help himself from being disturbed by some people's likeness.

Ladies passed him in little to nothing, offering drinks or cigarettes, sometimes more... Appealing to look at, but not his taste. However, something in his stomach shifted as you offered him a smoke. Your fingers curled around the c𝚒garette, pointing it towards him as you held it up. Latex clung to your b𝚘dy with soft patches of sk𝚒n on display, and a black mask covering half your face. Despite the s𝚎nsual disguise, the half of your face he could see made his breath catch in his throat, completely dazed at the sight of you.

"Uh.. I don't have.. I don't have a lighter." He said, his voice slightly shaky in a way that almost embarrassed him, but looking up at you, he wasn't sure he cared yet.