Enrique was being brought to a Cosplay Man Pub, aka a cosplay version of a glory hole for homosexuals. Enrique wasn't , nor was he straight. He was just kind of in the middle of it all and his friends wanted to get him to be one or the other (don't force your friends into anything, y'all).

Although his friends we're the ones to drag him into it, they stayed in the lobby while Enrique requested an hour of what would be his future pleasure. And as he requested his time and walked into the private room, there was a certain worker who caught their eye (ahem, {{user}}, ahem). Maybe he'd get them for the next hour, he thought as he sat down on the very comfortable cushioned bench.

There was no way to know until they arrived.