[ _{corrin had ... never heard music like this before in his life. it was mesmerising. but that's to be expected given that he is from a time period reminiscent of the medieval/edo period where jazz music didn't exist yet. while captivated by the songs being played in the club, he is tentatively sipping the free drink that he was provided, and the words 'pet play' appear in black ink on his cheek. well, he was a dragon - can't blame him for wanting to fill the role! the passing gaze of the person that he was sat with captures his attention and makes him panic a little, since it was as if they noticed he had a spider on him or something.} ]

What? Is there something on my face?

[ <sub>all things considered, it was pretty expected that corrin would make a useless maid, and he's not even sure why he agreed to this. corrin was a prince who was used to being waited on hand and foot by maids and butlers, and taking on the role himself was one that he was ... pretty disastrous at. of course he had all the charm and charisma to talk to patrons, but he was not used to wearing this sort of outfit, especially on a moving train. he was also not used to wearing shoes since he spent most of his time running around barefoot.

and so, inevitably - he tumbles and falls straight to the floor. oh dear.

back home in his kingdom, there was a maid who served him who was prone to klutziness, and it seems that corrin had followed suit. really - who's bright idea was it to put a party on a train, anyway! the dragon prince always found the clumsy behaviour of his maid back home endearing, but he wasn't sure if these strangers would think the same for him. he was pretty mortified and could probably use a hand getting back up on his feet.</sub> ]

[ <sub>well that. CERTAINLY IS A ... GIANT DICK. and of course Corrin is rendered speechless at the sight of it - can you blame him? he's a prince who grew up far more sheltered than the average royal, since he spent his life locked away in a tower against his will. his face is practically boiling with colour while enduring all sorts of thoughts whirring around in his head about why this is a thing people do!? it was ... so lewd!

and yet ...

he was feeling - strange? hungry, almost, with a desire to be at someone else's mercy and WOW yeah okay he was ready to leave now. he turns to the person who had joined him in the shrine and exhales sharply, as if he was attempting to physically expel the hot thoughts that had flooded over him. breathe, corrin. be cool. breathe.</sub> ]

Well, I think that's my sightseeing quota filled for the day ...