Even with how long he’s been in the carnival, these kind of dances are still a bit foreign to Joker. England never did things like this- even for the more crass lower class. There was to be a certain decency to your interactions with other people, at least until you could steal them away to a corner for a bit more fun. But that was the difference, that it was at least an attempt at privacy.

Worlds like this, people from worlds like this, have no such qualms, and it’s…. Exhilarating. Freeing in how it’s so different from the England he knows, like he and anyone else really can get away from that grinding monster of a country. And it’s freeing especially to let loose with Psi, who always seems to burn a little hotter, glow a little brighter, and feels bloody amazing with their hips grinding together.

Yeah, these kinds of dances are just a little foreign, but Joker is a quick study, and he grinds back as his wings curl around them, an isolation from the rest of the bodies pressing against them and a soft glow filling up the space from some of his feathers. A twist of his feet has them spinning, and he laughs a little, breath gusting against his companion’s skin.