Prove it.

Ren visibly staggers back a half step at the shriek, a flicker of panic running across his face at first, and he almost moves to run away. Barely. Shit, did he make a mistake?! Still, he settles down as soon as Valmont calms down, and he almost laughs at the idea that he ate one of the cakes this time to feel this aroused. Still, he's relieved that the stranger is only embarrassed, and not pissed at him.

"Well, yeah. Or at least, I hope I can offer something in return that you'd be interested in." He nods.

"But don't worry - it isn't the cake this time that has me all bothered. Some of the folks at the brothel are just that cute in their costumes. I lost my nerve trying to approach them, but got turned on looking at them...."

His smile softens all the same. "I can promise you a really good time. If you're the type that prefers to be in control, I can totally get behind that. Or, even if you prefer to be submissive, I can take charge just as easily. Though I do have a single stipulation, and I'll withdraw my consent if it's violated. Okay?"

He then stands up straighter. "But first, would you tell me your name? I'm Ren."