<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

All of his hatred toward Drake aside, Max was due for some exciting news. Anyone would be going out on a limb to suggest a collaboration with the illustrious Blue Lotus, yet she was very receptive to his offer. He didn't know what a 'King Don' was, nor did he really care. "König, prinz ─ it does not matter. I've said my piece," he concluded about the Drake... situation. The potential collaboration was much more important! "Wunderbar! I'll be in touch, ja? My people will call your people und such."

Not far from their location, the apparent artist King Don was gaining a great deal of attention. He'd been floating around the venue for an hour or so with no major incidents, but that last utterance might have done him in. An immediate request to perform was expected of Lost Galaxy's members, but... "Come on, guys. I'm just trying to pre-game for a plane ride; I can't just start spittin' right now," he pleaded. It was always so difficult saying no to the fans, though. Worse still... amid the chants, that fine piece of British ass was suddenly closer to him, questioning his wellbeing. "Aye cońo!" he blurted out. He hadn't seen her approach when addressing the others. "My bad. I'm good, ma... just tryin' to catch a vibe before I catch a plane. But hey, you rockin' that dress ─ I was peepin' you over there. Lookin' right. You here to ask for a song too?" the drunken one asked, hurriedly trying to force a moment of sobriety to shoot the proverbial shot. That wasn't going to work with such a loud crowd.

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Maximillian Kreuz had said all he intended to about the situation surrounding Blue's personal life. He had no idea who King Don was, but she figured he'd either find out soon enough for figure it out for himself during one of the moments in the near future. Getting artists to wear your designs was among the best way to get the brand out, especially if the artist aligned to the general motif. Whatever the case, he was apparently pleased with the idea of working with Blue and she in turn almost laughed at his outrageousness. "Come on, Max. I mean I do have people now, but... the only person answering my phone is me. Well, maybe my sister, if my hands are full. Call me sometime. I gotta lotta free travel openings~" she said almost jokingly.

Max wandered off and the crowd got hold of King Don. There were cries for a song, excitement for an impromptu performance and even though he was pleading chants of his name continued. "WE LOVE YOU, KING!~" a random fan yelled! No one seemed to want him not to perform, "Blimey don't know enough of that language either. Should have minored in linguistics~" she claimed making a joke of it. 'KING DON JUST SPOKE SPANISH TO ME!' No matter it seemed he was good and even had nothing but compliments to offer her look. "Naw, mate you don't even know the best part, look~" she said, slipping her hands in near her waist to basically invisible pockets she put on that same dress. She didn't even need them but it was always a fun reveal. 'I'm showing my design to KING DON!' she thought excitedly. She couldn't help but chat him up a bit and as she did only the chanting remained for a bit. "I mean, I'd be a terrible fan tot urn down a song, but... I know how it is. Bloke came out to enjoy fashion week. I can't be upset if you're enjoying your time off~" she said, lowering his voice a bit. "I figured I could run a bit of interference if you wanted to escape without it being a big deal. I know what it's like to get cornered in places like that... and I can't be mad when you've thrown so many compliments my way," she offered. The whole thing was mostly innocent, just a woman, keeping regular distance with a man and having a little chat. Of course, Drake's Security detail was watching with wide eyes. "Bruh, your girl is talking to King Don," he mentioned nodding in her direction. "What? Is that why they aren't waiting for my encore. Maybe it's a connect you know? She's networking for me too~" he said seeming pretty confident himself but the security guard felt a weight in the pit of his stomach.

[Bloodedge]

Separation from Maximillian had Blue Lotus in range of Don, who didn't even recognize her despite having many articles from her clothing brand back home. He couldn't keep himself from complimenting her look, dress, and... everything, really. Apparently though, the best part she had to show was a pair of well-hidden pockets on that snug little thing. "Damn girl, okay! Those gotta be Lotus, right? That girl goes crazy with it. Only time I ever seen pockets on a dress. You rock it like it was made for you though!" he praised further.

Moving on, the topic of his potential performance resulted in a shared desire from this unknown woman. She'd be a terrible fan to turn down a song, in her own words, but she understood the desire to have a relaxed experience. Don could only shrug and sway. "Nah, it ain't like that. I dig the fashion, but Fashion Week gets a little crazy for me. I just dropped in for this~" he said, shaking that tumbler of cognac for show. There was an offer to help him escape if he wanted to avoid a performance. From a girl like this one, he'd accept interference or... literally anything else she wanted. Ah, but he was a member of Lost Galaxy for a reason. Try though they might, inspiration would always lead to a victory for the fans. "Nah, you know what? I'm feelin' a little somethin'. You wanna come up with me?" he asked, offering the tumbler in case she wanted to decline. Either way, he'd soon be taking the first couple of sideways steps toward the stage.

[Apollymi]

Blue Lotus was the kind of woman who held more excitement for a dress with pockets. Yes, she'd stitched it herself and all but... there was still something so satisfying about having pockets on women's clothing. Oddly enough, she didn't even need the pockets, given she had magical storage as a Hunter. While King Don spoke, Blue became aware of something, whether because he was drunk or simply because he'd never properly seen her before, he didn't recognize Blue Lotus as the woman standing in front of him. "Blimey!" she said seemingly amused. "Yeah, it was made for me. Don't half-love the way you say that though~ I'm Nikki by the way," she introduced herself casually for the first time in ages. 'I just got to introduce myself to King Don!'

Soon though a slight interruption to the fans chanting would come as a conversation. Nikki couldn't help but listen to the lad talk. "Bloody hell, never heard of stopping by fashion week to hit up the bar, Mate. Pubs no good?" she asked lightly joking with the man in question. Nikki wouldn't turn down hearing a live performance from any member of the Lost Galaxy but, King Don was a nice one, she could appreciate his style overall. So when he invited her up on stage and started making his way towards it... she gave only a cursory glance backwards. Casper for his part in his was waving her off, not even looking in her direction. He was busy, letting some other girl occupy his lap as if he wanted her to do whatever. Nikki for her part in this was just hearing angry German in her head. "You know what? Yeah, I'll go with you, might as well have a bit of fun~" she said happily as she went along with the man. 'KING DON JUST INVITED ME UP ON STAGE! OF COURSE I'M FUCKING GOING!' Casper for his part in this figured he was being scouted by Lost Galaxy, finally being noticed. "Bruh, be on the look out for a call from Lost Galaxy. I'm trying to ge a Museion beat for my next album too, obviously that's what King Don over there is for~" Casper claimed.

[Bloodedge]

Don didn't have a clue who he was talking to, but it didn't matter. There was a fine girl sporting a fine dress; he had neither concern nor complaint for the details of her identity. He did, however, want her name... and he'd get it alongside clarification that the dress was custom-made. "Nikki. I dig it. I'm Donnie," he greeted. A joke about the 'pubs' being no good had him thinking, just slightly embarrassed to admit why he'd come to the Fashion Week venue. "Haven't been out here since I was old enough to drink. I don't know a bar from a coffee shop," he said.

The show would go on, but would Nikki be involved? She took a moment to look off into the distance for reasons Donnie didn't catch, but decided to involve herself either way. "Lit. I got something new to put on," Donnie claimed as he climbed the stairs backwards. A microphone was handed to him by the time he fully took the stage, swapping a drink for the mic itself. "Aight, aight. I got somethin' for y'all!" he declared to the active audience. All he could hear was a chorus of "DONNIE! DONNIE! DONNIE!" while shuffling through his phone for a saved instrumental that would fit what he had in mind. An eventual connection to the speakers to start that instrumental would also see Donnie exclaiming into the microphone, as though responding to the crowd. "Oh yeah!" That was the beginning. The music was a strange, upbeat whistle. Before its crescendo, Donnie truly began.

"You know what to do with that big fat butt!
... Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle♫~"

And so began the main whistle of this instrumental, counting three, one, one, one, repeating.

[Apollymi]

Names were exchanged casually, and Nikki couldn't help but be amused by everything. King Don even took a similar route, introducing himself as Donnie. A grin crossed Nikki's face, "Like that too~" she said seemingly amused by the whole thing. Soon after she was learning something new, and it was something she'd say was endearing... given how Donnie shared it. "Blimey, I've heard a lot of things, never that one though~" she said cheekily. "If you ever need directions, I got ya'~" she claimed as if it was a perfectly normal thing to offer. "Can't have a bloke confusing coffee and booze, eh?~" she made light of the situation mostly because it wasn't the oddest thing she heard. 'King Don is a bloke who doesn't know where to find a good pub!' Actually, there were quite a few things she didn't like doing in foreign countries.

Soon after, there was an invitation to go on stage which after a single moment of thought, Nikki wouldn't be turning down. it would seem that Casper wasn't even paying attention to her, so she might as well meet a new person and hang out. "WWWOOOOOAHHH!~ THE KING'S PEFORMING!!!!~" an excited member of the crowd yelled. "Wait, is that Blue Lotus going up with him on stage?!~" Someone asked, seemingly surprised as the woman in the little black dress stood up. She got there, she heard an exciting beat. 'Oh, I'm going to act up... today. Well, time to make big sis proud~ KING DON!' thought the lass. If she was going to act up, she was definitely going to commit to it for real. The words were a bit too real, she knew what to do with her big fat butt. She began dancing by the time the whistle happened, she was wiggling her hips back and forth in Donnie's line of sight while he performed.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie would have to come back and address the offered directions to a bar. All she had to do was walk inside one, and he'd likely be pulled into her gravity. Bars and the like were for later, though. Here and now, there was a song to perform and... apparently a crowd to completely ignore as Nikki joined him on stage. Donni had a microphone in his left hand and a cellphone in his right. He moved around the stage with lightly-bent knees, phone hand pointing at the woman's rump as if it were the target of his song. Well... it was, and he was already entranced as the would-be chorus of a song became mostly a repeated instruction.

"Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle♫~
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle♫~
Just a little bittle♪~

Swing♫~"

Donnie had all the sense to shift his phone screen to another app, letting the instrumental run as a background to press... the camera app. He didn't do anything with it right away, but he'd ensure Nikki saw that open app midway through the first proper verse. It happened to be quite relevant, as though he were making a suggestion or request.

"Patty cake, patty cake wit' no hands♪
Got me in this club making wedding plans♫~
If I take pictures while you do your dance♪
I could make you famous on Instagram♫~"

[Apollymi]

A rapper who could also sing, was how the man known as King Don was described. Nikki was aware of this designation and expected some sort of freestyle. The beat which was so easy to move to, was also expected, as any who knew of Lost Galaxy knew they got most of their beats from a certain unseen member. This one in particular made someone like Nikki easily sway and bounce in that micro-minidress. She danced and grinded easily going along with the words spoken. She swung her hips around, wiggling every time the song implied she should. Those pictures being taken of her rear end would show bouncing little movements. She saw the open app as the instrumental played and nodded her head, what was a little dancing on Instagram. She'd even get herself tagged in it afterwards. Those little bounces of her hips would make small clapping noises as she made her cheeks collide lightly for the sake of movement hands up in the air and stretching that poor dress to death. 'I'm clapping cheeks for King Don!'

Nikki smiled she shifted and swayed her hips. All the while the crowd was eating the whole situation up, even as pictures were taken. "King Don, really is out here!~" the crowd was excited, but there were at least two people with reasonable sense in this place. One of them was Drake's Manager who knew two great truths... they didn't have the pull to get in with Lost Galaxy as nothing could get them past a certain singer/song writer's distaste. And knoiwng that getting a Museion beat required a certain amount of pull in management circles that they also didn't have. The second most uncomfortable person, and a singular voice of reason, was that one security guard who watched and said simple words trying to get the man to see reason, "You do know King Don is called, Mr. Stealyo'girl, right?" he asked of his homie, not wanting it to come out later that no one had warned him. Casper finally looked up from the neck of some other groupie, which now had his lipstick marks all over it and glanced at a freestyle which was by all accounts great while his girl danced on stage. "Look at her. She's just playing the game, no need for all this fuss. Besides if she thinks she has to go that far to get me in, I'll only be mad for a little while," he claimed. Ah but it was much worse than that, Drake simply had no idea of the scaling difference between individuals now that being awakened Hunters was a thing. Security held up his hands in mock surender as the song went on, secretly quite pleased. Everyone in the entourage and all the public knew that Casper Drake didn't deserve a girl like Blue Lotus. Everyone except perhaps Drake himself.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie wasn't really singing a song. He was, but there was no purpose to it other than speaking to Nikki. Everything he sang was either a request, a suggestion, or a plea of some sort. He'd shown the active camera on his phone and received a nod. Taking that permission, he immediately started snapping one picture after another... until his eyes, ears and dick all perceived what Nikki was doing. Only a dress from Blue Lotus could keep an ass like that contained ─ and even it couldn't stop Nikki from clapping without use of her hands. Donnie was more than sufficiently wowed, and a reaction in the middle of the song would show it.

"HOT DAMMIT! WOO!♪~
YOUR BOOTY LIKE TWO PLANETS! WOO!
Go 'head and go ham sammich! Woo!
WOAH, I-I-II can't stand it!"

By the end of that last line, Donnie couldn't even keep his head straight. He'd leaned back, microphone higher than his head as he sang into the sky. It was only a moment later, however, that he bent just slightly at the waist and set his eyes upon Nikki again. She wasn't the sort one could look away from for more than a few seconds. Still, it seemed Donnie was properly getting into the song... or into Nikki's movements... or both.

" 'Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle♫~
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle♫~
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle♫~
Just a little bittle♪~

Swing!♫~"

[Apollymi]

Donnie wasn't really singing a song. A freestyle, with a nice beat aimed at the body of Nikoleta Corbyn was far from a regular song. Luckily enough, she was feeling just the right side of petty... a little dancing wasn't a problem. So doing what the lyrics of a song asked of her wasn't something she'd deny much at all. That little clapping done without hands as suggested seemed to get a proper reaction from the lad, as his song seemed to go on to compliment the young woman. "Bloody hell," she quietly murmured as he claimed her bottom was like two planets. He even went on to say she should go 'ham sammich'. 'Bloke's bloody pissed. And dancing with me. King Don is singing to my ass on stage!' she decided, but in keeping with the reactive nature of this particular song, she upped the tempo gyrating in tiny bouncing circles, even backing up just enough to make contact with the man instead.

"Yo, this has to be a publicity stunt!" someone in the crowd murmured. Switching camera angles between the stage, and that VIP section where Drake was still cuddled up with some rando. By the time his moment of pause ended, she was back to wiggling, with the song, this time right against his lap, a cheeky grin on her face. That poor security guard, could see everything and decided maybe he should quit. Or ask for a raise? Something had to give with the beef he saw coming, not with a particular superstar, but with the fandoms. Whether Nikki was actually paying attention to Drake or not, her actions could definitely be taken as a cry for attention. Attention which... was definitely not being given as Drake had some groupie dancing in his lap.

[Bloodedge]

While things unknowingly got worse for Casper Drake, they unknowingly became better and better for Donnie. He did know things were looking up, but he couldn't possibly realize what the long-term effects would be. He really couldn't stand having an ass like that so close ─ part of him feared his own survival. Could Hunters have heart attacks? If they could, King Don might become the one to find out ─ especially as Nikki reversed to make contact with his lap. Suddenly, they were dancing against each other. Well... maybe dancing wasn't the word. Donnie had been feeling a tingle in his groin since he first laid eyes on this woman. Now, that tingle came with a consistent flow of blood right into his cock, right against that pair of planets.

"Cadillac, Cadillac, pop that trunk♪~
Let's take a shot, alley-oop that donk!♫~
Tired of working that nine-to-five?
Well, baby, let me come and CHANGE YOUR LIIIFE!♫~"

At that point in the song, the microphone was held over Nikki's shoulder ─ as was Donnie's head. She'd surely be able to smell the cognac on his breath as he sang right next to her face, his hips outright grinding against her backside. He wasn't even thinking about it. For a while, his eyes weren't even open. Perhaps it was a little too easy, or he was a little too drunk, for anything else to happen.

"HOT DAMMIT! WOO!♪~
YOUR BOOTY LIKE TWO PLANETS! WOO!
Go 'head and go ham sammich! Woo!
WOAH, I-I-II can't stand it!

... OH YEAH!"

Just then, Donnie's arm extended, pointing the microphone toward the crowd.

[Apollymi]

Nikki was dancing, and getting closer to Donnie until she was right against him. Upon doing so, she'd find a certain truth... that the young man was indeed happy to have her so close to his person while he dropped a few bars and appealed to the crowd. Nikki's body was working against Donnie's and she was finding something quite impressive stiffening up against her backside. 'I'm dancing to a song, by King Don, he's singing to my ass... on my Fashion Week stage! Happy Birthday to me!' Nikki thought while working her body to the beat. What was more, she was moving her hips precisely to his words, even as she could smell the liquor on his breath and all. For instance popping the trunk as a line had her hips popping up from his thighs. The girl was having a great time and obviously Donnie was as well.

Ah but Nikki wasn't the only one getting involved. Donnie was a man of showmanship. He wanted to get the crowd involved, and did so with ease. In fact as he got to the last bit of his current bit, while Nikki's hips traced up his thighs. All the while the crowd was shouting along with the music that played. "WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE~" With the crowd encouraging the movements, those wiggling hips and round ass would be doing exactly what they asked and the person benefitting from this was King Don. Still random members of the crowd were all over social media, speculating break ups, and speaking on the excitement of King Don's appearance at Fashion Week. "Yo, this has to be for publicity stunt!" someone chimed still the crowd was enjoying the beat. Somewhere near the front though, a girl who'd been occupying Drake's lap earlier could see the truth from the front. King Don was built different and Nikki wouldn't be missing out on Drake... for the natural upgrade that even she'd felt the need to investigate at the first sign of a show happening.

[Bloodedge]

If Donnie had ever finished that drink from earlier, he probably wouldn't fully know where he was. Actually, he hardly knew now. He was performing. Some short British black girl with a huge ass was wiggling, shaking, popping and grinding against his lap. Life was good; that was the only thing of importance. The crowd didn't even matter to Donnie presently. The way he held the microphone out to them was simply a natural part of some performances for him ─ something that gave a little room to breath and/or put on a show. The only show he knew of now, however, was Nikki. As they remained pressed against one another, close enough that things could become quite steamy at a moment's notice in some circumstances, he let the crowd complete the hook... and switched gears to rapping. The mic returned to his mouth, which remained almost sensually close to Nikki's face.

"Shake what your mama gave you, misbehave you~
I just wanna strip you, dip you, flip you, bubble bathe you~
What they do? Taste my raindrops, 'kay, boo?
Now what you're willing, what you wanting, what you may do~
Completely separated 'til I deeply penetrate it,
Then I take it out and wipe it off. Eat it, ate it, love it, hate it~
Overstated, underrated, everywhere I been,
Can you wiggle, wiggle for ya' homie King Donnie again?~"

The song was virtually gone. At that point, however, Maximillian was also near the front of the stage by that girl who abandoned Casper Drake. He'd never heard the music of this 'King Don' lad, but he liked everything he was seeing on stage currently. "Endlich," he murmured, watching the other male grinding against Nikki's backside ─ even noting a hand comfortably against her hip, fingers extended close to her pelvis throughout the rapping segment.

[Apollymi]

A hype song was being played and it was going well. The crowd was into it enough to do the 'wiggle wiggle wiggle' line enough times to make up the chorus. And while that happened, Nikki remained in place to grind against the man as he began his rap. There was a hand on her hip and a grip that made her eyes widen just a bit. There was also a cock against her ass which she saw as objectively great. She shouldn't think like that, but she was having so much fun that she couldn't stop herself. While the rap went on she found herself enjoying the motions even doing la less than normal drop only to pick herself up and swing around into facing him. All the while Casper's eyes had traveled over, he'd not seen her smiling so wide in such a long time. He caught a couple of words from passers by about 'publicity stunts' and 'King Don stealing girls' and scoffed. "All these people are yappin' and it ain't about me. Gotta be something going on," he said as that was the cue the manager got online and saw a host of posts about the impromptu performance and it featuring the star of London Fashion Week Blue Lotus. "It is fashion week..." the manager said diplomatically. "Maybe if you'd worn one of the present labels it'd be getting a bit more coverage. Though the publicist will definitely be calling soon, it seems this performance has a lot of speculation around it," he added for future reference, not that he thought it would help under these circumstances.

Nikki was facing Donnie by the time he was done with his own verse. She figured he'd been about to wrap up and wanted to say thanks for letting her cut loose a bit. The words of her German peer were unheard, but her online presence was bubbling with talks of leaving Drake. Of a new beau in her life... of a lot of things, consideirng what was going on in the public eye. Still, it seemed like the crowds were quite enjoying the show so she wouldn't deny them a bit of fun. Still, she'd avoid taking advantage of the man drinking already. No, this music was too good, she felt lighter listening to it, and could see the man enjoying himself too... she wanted to see him as he took on the last act, for whatever reason, would it be allowed as her body continued to wiggle just a bit.

[Bloodedge]

The crowd's chatter wasn't a concern to Donnie; he couldn't even hear it. Drake never hit his radar as an entity. Most things couldn't register to him when Nikki's ass was on the agenda. That drop and rise against him was the greatest moment yet ─ something of a crescendo in the dance itself for Donnie. Alas, she turned and stepped away afterwards. The song would have indeed been over after his last bar, but... Donnie couldn't keep himself from wanting to indulge a little. How could he not? With that in mind, he put the microphone to his lips again and began stepping forward. He began singing again with a bit more oomph than before.

"Come on, baaaby... turn around!♪~
Turn around, turn around, turn around, yeah~
Yooou're a staaar, girl... take a booow!♪~
Take a bow, take a bow, take a bow, haha, yeah~
It's juuust one thiiing that's... killing meeee!♪~
HOW DO YOU FIT THAT... in some jeans?!♫~"

Whatever Nikki's reaction was, Donnie intended to finish that verse and aim his microphone away from his own mouth once more. This time, he intended to offer it to Nikki herself after one more: "You know what to do with that big fat butt!~" There he was. Donovan King, the Nuyorican rapper/singer, was trying to milk every moment he could get with what might have been the most spectacular girl he'd ever met. The reason for his drinking, that flight to Japan, was reduced to an afterthought. If only he and the others had one more layover day...