[It didn't take long to find a bathroom, but it was even more confined than Umeda expected, so he kept looking. And found a closet-ish thing. It was full of boxes of what was probably food or linens or something else for celebration-type things and it had a lot fewer projections to work around. He pulled Johnny into the little room and shut the door, leaning back against it to smirk at the man. His fingers played over the doorknob and found the lock, clicking it.]


Now. Do you wanna strip, or should I just get you out and taken care of? Because I'll admit, I'd like to get my hands all over you, but I'm not sure how long we'll have before someone notices. And I kinda like it quick and dirty sometimes.