Could you do more walking on future S/O naked but this time with, Husk, Paimon, Moxxie, and crimson?
Drunkenly stumbling into rooms was something of a past time for the man.
Not to say he could drunkenly walk into rooms, but stumbling was so much quicker and he had things to do.
Like more drinks to, uh, drink!
So, itd be a while after you joined the hotel.
You and Husker actually getting along well, mostly because when you drank you were funny.
Funny enough to get husk laughing more often than not.
So itd be one night as youd both have a drink, or several, laughing and sharing stories.
Husk had just made you a margarita when, in a fit of intense laughter, you spilled it across the front of your chest.
Excusing yourself, youd run off to change.
Husk, after a few more drinks, thought of a joke he just HAD to tell you.
So, drunkenly stumbling up the stairs, he made his way to your room.
Hed intended to knock on your door, but with a drunkenly stumbling, hed trip on his own tail, knocking your door open and landing face first into the ground.
After a moment, and rubbing his mostly numb face, hed look up... to find you.
Youd be fresh out the shower, hair still wet as you stared down at him.
Youd stare at each other for a long moment before Husk's gaze would fall to your body, you giggling at that.
Youd tell him if he kept staring youd have to start charging him for the pleasure.
That seeming to snap him out of his stunned silence as he scrambled to his feet, bulting out of your room.
Hed slam the door behind him, the feline red in the face as you just laughed your ass off, falling on your ass.
The man's heart beating like a drum, face burning as what he just saw burned into his mind, the man rubbing his face and with a groan he headed for his room.
The man needing a long, cold shower.
As such, the man also had little to no shame.
So when you were changing, radiant form butt ass naked as you looked over your outfit choices.
The man walking in like it was his house, actually annoyed he had to open the door, pausing as he stared at you.
Hed wear that smug grin youd come to love, mostly.
Walking over to lean over you, asking if youd prepared this little show for him, the man genuinely thinking as much.
Youd promptly smack him, kick his ass out of your room.
The man staring up at your naked form, unabashedly oogling your body as you stood over him.
Hed try and make some smart comment but would find himself tongue tied, staring up at your dominating nude form.
Youd stare down at him, standing over the man, Paimon seeing you like a conquering angel, youd stare down at him for a long moment before snorting.
Youd turn and walk away, Paimon's gaze locked on your rear the entire way.
Yeah, you were always on top after that.
Moxxie, read Adorable Possum, was head over heels for you long before you officially got together.
As such the man got easily flustered with even the slightest flirting.
It was adorable, his face getting all dark as he fumbled with his words.
But upon stumbling into your room, finding you Butt naked, hed freeze.
The man's eyes growing to the size of dinner plates, the man staring for several moments before he realised what he was doing.
He'd try and stutter out an apology, even as he kept staring, the man unable to tear his eyes from your nude form.
You'd have some fun, slowly shaking your hips, the man staring, eyes following your hips.
He stared for way too long, the man's apology coming out slower and slower until it was clear hed lost the plot.
So, clearing your throat, the man snapped out of his trance, actually looking at you before apologising properly.
Hed close your door, apologising once more before leaving, the man still flushed as his mind lingered on your... figure.
Your 'figure' in his thoughts most nights.
Crimson was an odd combination of chivalry and, well, being a prick.
The man held some strong an asinine beliefs, particularly about his partner.
He'd open your door for you, but expect you to keep your mouth shut when company came over.
He could act all charming and suave, just so long as he didnt open his mouth.
Granted, these tempered down after getting together, you not putting up with her shit.
Or, well, he didnt say it out loud.
The man was a real 'old school' kinda mobster.
But the 'incident' would be one night at a party, you having to change after some dolt had spilled a drink on your nice outfit.
So, puffing his cigar like a steam train, hed all but barge into your room, finding you in your birthday suit.
The man, despite being a self described 'gentleman' would brazenly oogle your form.
Tapping his cigar hed ask if youd been waiting for him.
You, infuriated, would tell him to get the fuck out out, red in the face.
Crimson just laughing, giving you one good look before he left, thanking you for the show.
And yes, the man was happy to remind you of that little event, always insisting youd done it on purpose much to your frustration.