"Damn, Danchou, I already brought the hoes." A blonde, muscular man motioned to the party that was raging behind him. Alcohol, smoke, blow, grass and naked women littered the floor of the abandoned building. "But I like that one too."

The stranger waltz up to you and ran his hand down your face.

"Why're you hiding your pretty little face?" He went for your glasses, but the touch of his hand had felt so good you were almost hypnotized.

"Mine." Chrollo's hand swiped between you and this man. "I brought home a little treat for myself. Don't take her glasses off, Phinks." He turned to face all of what you assumed was the Troupe. "That goes for everyone. She leaks poisonous nen from her eyes. Hands off. Now hand me some gas and a drink."

It took seconds before a joint and a glass of rum made its way into his hand. He quickly walked over to what looked like a stone throne. His eyes bore into your face as he wondered why you hadn't followed him. But you were lost in the chaos below the throne. It was like an underground circus. As you made your way over to a group that had dressed women, you found a smile creeping onto your face. Normally shy, normally anxious about hurting anyone, these feelings were gone. In their place was a desire to get to know these interesting people around you.

"What's your name?" A pinkette asked you as she handed you what appeared to be a larger joint. At least you were familiar with weed. Who knew what else you might encounter here?

"Hana. What's yours?" You took a hit and passed it to whoever was next to you.

"Machi. How did you meet Danchou?"

"He found me and we fucked."

"Ayyyy Danchou!" A samurai called out, pretty obviously drunk.

Another figure cloaked in all black, with white powder ringing his nostrils snickered.

"Not your usual type, eh Danchou?"

"Don't mind Nobunaga and Fetian, Hana. They're idiots." Machi commented aggressively as she puffed on her own personal gas.

"She took my name!" Chrollo called out, sulking that you weren't next to him.

"What name? She said her name was Hana!" A larger man with long earlobes asked rambunctiously as he smacked the ass of the dancer in front of him. The other woman that was hanging around his head, decided to switch people.

"Harbinger of death, if you must know Franklin." Chrollo grumbled.

That dancer proudly walked up to him and began giving him a lap dance. You glanced up at him and noticed how little he actually reacted to this woman. He wasn't touching her, he wasn't enjoying his party. He was sipping his drink, scowling.

"You should go sit with him. He gets sulky when he doesn't get the attention he wants." Machi coughed and waved you over to him.

Shrugging, you decided to listen to her and walk up towards his throne. He couldn't actually see your eyes, but he figured they were finally meeting his, understanding his silent plea for you to come over.