Zoro doesn't know why anyone is doing anything in this resort besides trying to get out. He wouldn't be able to answer the same question himself, if someone were to pose it. Why is he so willingly getting entangled with a stranger, not too long after his last dalliance with another one? Has he gone out of his mind? Was it something he drank? Does some part of him want to partake in the lewd premise they're now all governed by? Is it just an excuse to indulge in a thrill he wouldn't otherwise risk at home?

He reminds himself to leave the game room after this, to get his thoughts together somewhere they won't be so clouded by the thick scent of arousal in the air.

Because there's no lying to himself about it: he's enjoying this. There's nothing quite like the pleasure of burying his face between a beautiful woman's thighs, his long tongue plundering her cunt as he playfully bobs his head just enough to fuck her. Like this, he can't go as deep as with his fingers, or his cock, but the filthiness of the act is what turns him on more than anything else.

He pulls away just enough to peer up at her, chuckling as he meets her eyes. "Zoro," he says, guiding two fingers to her entrance, then slowly pushing inside. "You'll have to make me," he retorts, voice playful as his lips wrap around her clit, sucking steadily while his fingers work her open.