By the time Loki is being led into the center of the room his cock is aching, leaking just a little, his face is flushed and his hands don't know what to do with themselves. He's aware that Clint still has his pants and boots on and that he is, by contrast, utterly naked; the blushing has spread from his face down his chest and his breathing is heavy.

The party around them moves, and shifts. The collected partygoers murmur their approval as they pass, some with amusement, some jeering. There are cushioned benches before them now, some with high arched backs and curved sides, but some that seem to only function as a soft place to bend someone over.

Loki stops, at this point, in part because he doesn't want to make a decision about which experience they're having. Since clearly an experience is to be had.

"Dare I ask what you have in mind, exactly?" Or is Loki just supposed to wait and see?