A small wry smile plays on Loki’s lips at that. “No, this is a rather powerful glamour my adoptive father put on me at birth. Typically I require touching something or someone from my homelands to reveal what I actually look like though.”

Loki hums in agreement. He’s no prude. In fact, he’s quite the fan of sex in general, but he’s already fallen prey to some of the tricks this place likes to play and he doesn’t want to give in so easily. “Oh yes, I would guess they have many ways to encourage us to participate. What I’m more curious about is why. Why go through all the trouble of kidnapping all these people for a place like this?”