Jumon looked around the room uncomfortably as he was ushered in by a Habbalite in far too little clothing. Of all the things he'd expected to earn as a reward from Haagenti for doing his job - his mind shuddered away from that moment where the woman's skin *burst* - a night in Red Silks hadn't been something he'd considered. He caught a glimpse of blue among all that red and turned to look at the bed, where a young Impudite boy sat, his wings an odd shade of blue. He'd never seen that on an Impudite before - it'd always been black leather. But it is, he mused, just self-image. Why was it only ever black?

The Impudite's face had fallen when he'd caught sight of Jumon's own red skin, horns, and wings, though when he saw Jumon looking at him, he forced himself to brighten up. "Hello," he chirped. "I'm Jetreth. I'll be serving you today."

"You look unhappy." The words slipped out and Jumon coughed as if trying to cover them up - too late, of course.

Jetreth blinked a few times rapidly, still smiling brightly. "Me? Oh, no. I'm fine. I mean, um, I've had some bad experiences with a Calabite before but I'm sure it'll be fine! Um."

Jumon swallowed. "Look, I - uh. I never really planned to be here. It's a reward. From Lord Haagenti."

"Oh!" Jetreth clapped his hands together. "That's wonderful! Congratulations!" His hands came to the tie of his shirt and pulled at it so that it slipped to reveal bare shoulders. "I'm happy for you." His eyes lowered and he blinked again.

Tears? Jumon flinched. "It wasn't - I didn't. I, uh. It was an accident anyway."

Jetreth looked up. "But a lucky one?"

"I guess." Jumon watched the Impudite disrobe and averted his eyes. It wasn't fair. "Look - maybe we can just talk?"

"Oh." Jetreth sounded unsure. "I - don't really know how to?"

Jumon came over, sat beside him, slid Jetreth's shirt back onto him. He felt the flinch as his hands touched Jetreth's skin. "It's okay." He tried to make his voice go soft, heard it come out in a rumble instead."It's okay, I'm - I'm not going to touch you, okay?"

Jetreth blinked at him with eyes bluer than his wings. "...why?"

For the life of him, Jumon couldn't find an answer.