The Entertainer/Charle goes beyond the BSDM room
Going back in front of the door, Charle had a weird feeling. What just happened was weird to him. A man who grabbed his dick, running all the way to this strange room naked...And then somehow he decided to do the opposite and let Charle play with him in such a matter. Or at least, "Play". He'd never expect someone to ask him do something like that, but it was oddly satisfying. Pulling him around, whipping him...And then someone ask him to do whatever he wants in exchange of a pay. Sure, he didn't get the money, but it didn't matter for what he felt. Was it justice or something else? He couldn't quite understand it.
The way he was screaming, crying, doing pleas back there had him riled up too. Not in the way that would properly satisfy him, but it was enough to play with himself. Maybe with luck he'll get someone else and do these things to said person. For now, he passed up the door. He walked for a few minutes the hallway made a descent toward another cross-way.