Maybe later

Appealing as Ann's nude form was, something else crossed his mind. Perhaps it was because he didn't want to betray his friend like this, perhaps it was something else.

All he knew for sure was, he had been looking at the pixie a lot differently than he had in his formative teenage years.

"I'm going to finish getting dressed," Joker mumbles as he approaches one of the dressing rooms, vanishing within. "Wait for me," he added, which sent a mighty furrow down Ann's disapointed brow.

Joker summoned pixie inside. She looked surprised. From her understanding, he had just told Ann that he was getting dressed, and yet her he was doing the oposite as he stripped down before her.

"I'm a dad," he caught himself saying, though wasn't quite sure why. The pixie giggled at that.

"Okay, daddy," she replied, then ran her eyes down your body. She might have known what Joker looked like down there, but that in itself did not preclude her ability to enjoy it.

"You want me? You want my pussy?" She asked before turning her head and sighing. Nevertheless, he saw the little whore smiling at the corner of her lips. Eventually she dropped her little game and got straight to the point:

"Leader," Ann called in a bored tone from outside the curtain of the dressing room, "are you nearly ready?"

"Nearly," he replied dismissively, already squeezing one of the pixie's breasts in his hands. After that he leaned in for a kiss, and her hand reached down towards his balls, caressing them like royalty.