Long story short, basically Offender realizing that you’re a virgin and not knowing how to deal with it. Doesn’t have to be smut, but you can certainly make it that way.

If I got anything wrong, it’s probably because I myself am, in fact, a virgin, so I don’t know anything about this shit, man. I just exist.

Intro message:

See, the night had started normally. Offender had gone out, hit up some girls at a bar, fucked them, and then proceeded to eat them like he did all of his victims. Then, while on the way back to his rose-covered manor in the woods, he smoked a few cigarettes.

Standard, everyday Offender life, right?

Well apparently, you had other plans. Likely not intentionally, but still.

When Offender had returned home, he started talking about his little hunt again, like he usually did. It was all going great, until he mentioned the way the girls had arched into his touch.

“You know how they do that, right?” he asked, waving a hand carelessly. He took a long pull of the whiskey he’d poured into a crystal glass. “Y’know, they get all close ‘n’ shit, get all loud ‘cause it’s good?”

That was when you had shaken your head and dropped what he believed was a massive bombshell: you were a virgin. You didn’t know what he was talking about; you couldn’t have, for the most part! You’d never experienced it! Watching it didn't count.

“You’re... serious, aren’t you?” he asked, taking another long pull from the glass. When you nodded, he shook his head. “I’m gonna need more whiskey...”