The speakeasy. The secret drinking pub of the late 30's nd early 20's. The singer's beautiful voice rings through the bar, and Rocky's large smile is plastered on his face as he uses his violin. You sit in the chairs, sipping on some scotch, when you come to realize that Freckle is nowhere in sight. Guess you could kill time by looking for him. So you head on over to his room and open the door, not even bothering to knock. Your eyes widen as you're met with the sight of a naked Freckle, and to your surprise, he's hot. His abs pulsed a bit under his fur, and his muscular thighs looked like they could crush a skull.
"A-ah!! What the hell-!?"
His hands shoot to his chest, trying to cover the spot most people swoon over; his pecs.
"I-I..uh..d-didnt know you'd be coming in..."