<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

For being dropped, Nikki got an apology. She didn't need it... it wasn't like she was nine and couldn't catch herself, actually..."Wish I was still a kid. There definitely would have been a biscuit bribe..." Nikki said almost casually. "Still, no worries bruv," she offered having landed safely, and managed to seem just a bit amused by the whole situation. of course, that amusement extended into the idea of teasing the man about his 'suspicious' sentences. Ah but apparently that put her too close to her elder sister, "She raised me, can't help it mate~" she explained as if it was perfectly reasonable for the pair of them to sound alike. Beyond that point, whatever Leon had to say in the middle of his fangasm was something which was distracted. "Well, I didn't have any that fit him, and it's his choice. I wouldn't want him to think I'm crazy enough to baby trap him or something," Nikki asserted. And with the lack of proper birth control since the Gates started opening she wouldn't make things risky for someone who didn't want to take risks. "That's kinda extra hot really! Responsible men are great men!~" Nikki said excitedly. She'd already gone full groupie, already got the man signing a dress he'd jizzed on she could handle not get impregnated the first day of their meeting for the sake of sanity.

Speaking of insane things... Ronnie was going into an elevator with King Don, who was by all accounts a very good looking man, one who actually managed to be taller than her at base, which she'd noticed casually the way she did most things. As for what she'd seen she smiled, and it was... soft. "The flighty kind of artist. Nik's one of those hyper-fixated types. Sit in the same place for hours until she's gotten all the ideas out of her head. Won't eat won't sleep, won't move until it's absolutely necessary... but you," she paused looking him over. "Forget you aren't wearing a shirt. Put your jacket down and forget to pick it back up... It's a different sort of thing to see," Ronnie mentioned like one who was used to watching and monitoring others in very specific contexts. She'd called him a good guy, but perhaps what she really meant was respectufl, those were odd to find in someone who could technically have anything they wanted. What was more, he was apparently quite humble even when he didn't have to be... his claims were mild and he basically blamed genetics and stereotypes. "Is that so?~ So humble~" she said as if amused. "You know... normally men in elevators with me, and sometimes even women would say something like... I really wish this elevator would get stuck right now," she said as if amused by it. She stepped forward, seemingly amused by the idea of something specific, she pressed the emergency button and held it for a second. "But you mate, aren't even bragging and that's mental really~" she claimed after three seconds the elevator would stop moving somewhere between floor 3 and floor 2 they'd be stuck. "Oh no, looks like it'll be about fifteen minutes before it gets moving again. Might as well show me what's going on here~" she smiled deviously, well Ronnie was a different kind of woman, one of full confidence and full understanding.

[Bloodedge]

True enough, roughly a decade before, Leon's accidental dropping of his younger cousin would have resulted in a bribe of biscuits, or something of the sort. However, there was one simple fact about Leon that Nikki wasn't giving enough credit to presently. "Could've got it just now too, couldn't ya'? Couple o' crocodile tears from you and I'm weak, sis," he admitted far too freely. Beyond that, there were still talks of King Don and why Nikki hadn't bothered mounting him like a broken stallion. It was Donnie's choice not to go unprotected. He knew King Don was humble beyond the music! As for the lack of fitting condoms, Leon could jot down one more notch toward finally being rid of Casper Drake. "King Flippin' Don, my fat-cocked brutha not impregnatin' my cousin! He's a good bloke, ol' Don! But still! The real is back, the ville is back! Think about it, Nik! 'Ave his bloody baby!" Leon insisted despite any and all logic.

Ronnie wasn't talking about a tattoo or any such thing. No, the new display she was referring to was actually Donnie's 'flighty' behavior. She spoke of how Nikki behaved during her artistic explosions, drawing a comparison between that and Donnie's apparent forgetfulness. "Oh, that's cute. It's not about the artistry for me, though. I just got ADHD. Not taking medicine? That's the artist choice," he clarified. The elevator was taking them down the requisite six floors before exit, but it would not reach the bottom yet. Instead, after commenting on Donnie's humble nature and sharing what others normally had to say in elevators with her... Ronnie pressed and held the elevator's emergency button. A quick rocking occurred as they stopped right at the 3-second mark of holding. "Braggin' doesn't get anything done. If Imma brag, I could─woah!" Donnie paused during the sudden halt of movement, the residual effects of drunkenness affecting his equilibrium in the moment. She'd obviously stopped them on purpose, but Ronnie chose to play off the moment as if they were accidentally stuck for 15 minutes... and as if it would only be a logical use of their time if she showed her what didn't fit the condoms Nikki had. "Damn... that's new. You really got somethin' different goin' on, huh?"

[Apollymi]

Nikki and her cousin were apparently both absolutely crazy, when it came to Donovan King, a lad known colloquially as King Don. But around their craziness, there was also a fairly wholesome relationship between the relatives. Nikki was being told by her cousin directly, that she could have employed simple emotional blackmail to get biscuits out of the man. He claimed that even fake tears were enough to get her exactly what she wanted. "Bruv, you aren't supposed to admit stuff like that. Also I know... but I won't just take advantage all the time. I'm not a kid anymore~" Nikki admitted. Her older brother figure was definitely an easy man to get along with and beautifully simple. No matter, he was soon very surprised about the nature of her relationship with Donnie. An admittedly crazy sentence would be leaving Leon's mouth which would leave Nikki stunned again. "Look bruv, if this works out I will, but we're 21 and... you're sounding like someone I'm gonna have to fight off mate, Should I take my earrings off now?" she wondered putting her hands up ready to go toe to toe, even with a man as monumental as Leon himself over ehr love of King Don.

At the same time, Ronnie was in an elevator finding out some interesting things about King Don after making an observation. Apparently he thought, the idea of that hyper-fixated Nikki was cute. Beyond that he was apparently someone who had ADHD who knew about it and made the artistic choice not to medicate. "That's interesting, innit? Still, I think it's a good choice. People are better in their natural states, even if managing is potentially difficult~" Nikki asserted. Even more interesting than the lack of medication was the lad, who claimed that bragging was pointless. Ronnie wouldn't be one to leave too many openings unexplored. Without condoms that fit, she'd make sure to have a look at what he had going on in her own time. In those moments she stopped the elevator and turned back to a lad experiencing the shock of the stop. "Whoops, lifts~" she said as if that was all the explanation she needed. It seemed that after recovering from the shock, he seemed to think something was different. "Yeah, not one to waste, or mince words... so, go ahead, pull it out~" she said as if amused by the idea of the lad revealing himself while she stood directly in front of him to see what he was working with.

[Bloodedge]

Leon's honesty was argued against. According to Nikki, he wasn't supposed to admit things like that so freely. In response, Leon merely waved her off. "Still my kid cousin, innit? That's a kid where I'm concerned. 'Sides, I can admit it if I want! You know, I know ─ no point hiding it!" he declared. In spite of his demeanor, there was a strong sense of logic in Leon's mind... sometimes. Regarding the 'necessary' impregnation of Nikki by King Don, she assured him it was part of the plan... but also took on a mock fighting stance and challenged Leon for his questionable statements. Leon put his own fists up, shoulders bouncing. "What, you wanna go? If the King ain't knocked you up, that means I can still knock you out! Don't be takin' the piss!" he challenged while somehow maintaining a playful demeanor. Such was life in this family, it seemed.

Donovan King had been rejecting medications for ADHD since his mid-teens. It was a bittersweet condition to live with, but he truly believed it was merely how things should be for him. Without it, his voice would still be unheard in all likelihood. Ah, but that didn't matter presently. He'd simply take Ronnie's words as a compliment and move on... or rather, stop moving as she halted the elevator in one of the strangest entrapments he'd ever experienced. "Damn, shorty, you could've just said," he stated whilst recovering from the elevator recoil. Donnie had entered a state of sobriety for the most part, but sudden movements like that reminded him that alcohol remained in his system. Ronnie wasn't waiting around. She outright demanded that Donnie reveal himself... and one would be clinically unwell in the head to reject such a thing from Veronica Corbyn. By the time Donnie spoke, he was already loosing his belt. "Y'know this ain't the way I used to fantasize about this going down. Wait, nah... maybe a couple of times," he chattered. Belt loose, pants unzipped, and Donnie was reaching all the way into his pants leg. His cock was something to be hoisted out rather than released simply, curling before it was able to dangle free over that same left leg. There wasn't really much for him to say; he'd simply done as Ronnie wanted. Fifteen minutes. What sort of plan did she have in that amount of time? Donnie highly doubted she emergency-halted an elevator for something that could have been done within six floors.

[Apollymi]

The family relationship between Nikki and Leon was one which was left to develop as it wished. She found herself able to speak to him and listened as he admitted that she'd be his kid cousin regardless. He didn't see any point in hiding anything about his nature towards her. "You know what bruv, this is why we love you. Just a big old rocky bodied softy~" Nikki chattered pleasantly. She'd take as much advantage of him as she always would she just wouldn't tell him when it was coming. Soon after, they were discussing her lack of impregnation and a playful fight came up. "Oh? Feeling strong today? I'll break everything on your body and walk away without lifting a finger, all bark bruv, you don't need that attitude~" Nikki said with a cheeky smirk. She had no intention of fighting him but it was pretty fun regardless and bounced on her toes giving a couple of quick jabs. "Should I get a private room at the club for my birthday? Would that be too much you think?" she asked seemingly randomly, she was still trying to get things set up for an evening enjoying Donnie's company.

At the same time, Donnie was finding out about the crazy nature of the Corbyn women. Ronnie may not have been as outwardly manic as Nikki, but she was perhaps a bit impulsive and never one to consider a potential negative when a man was involved. "I could have, but there's no sport in that, bruv~" she said as if it made the most sense. Of course, she would be waiting to see what he was working with after he got himself together. Apparently a bit of liquid courage still coursed through his veins as he claimed he didn't imagine this happening this way, maybe at least a little. She grinned at him with all the confidence being on top of the world for a whole decade could give a young woman. "Can't live up to fantasizes, gotta keep 'em guessing~" Ronnie mentioned playfully as if she cared about doing stuff like that. Still what she was waiting for was soon to come, she watched as he pulled his manhood from his trousers and saw a huge thing hanging down his left thigh. It'd taken some work to get out and all she could do was give an impressive whistle. "Wooooah~ That's right nice cock you got there," she said giving it a casual look over. She'd be going over to reach for it directly. A hand stroking it as she settled her back against his fore and slipped that cock between her own thighs to hold it here and rub against i. "Blimey, that's proper impressive. You could fuck a whole other girl right in front of me~" she said looking down at it and while she stroked it to firmness.

[Bloodedge]

Bonding occurred strangely in the Corbyn family. From one extreme to another, they bounced, never truly settling anywhere near the more hateful side of things... if they ever truly experienced it. Leon was a big softie; he'd never argue that in this context. As they both seemed prepared to throw a few punches, however, he had a notion to share. "Feelin' strong every day, yeah. I might be a big softie, but I'll show you the hard part!" he stated, pausing shortly after and... promptly putting his fists down when he did. "You know what? I think I'm done talkin' today. Yeah..." he said in returning to the couch, waving off Nikki's jabs. "You got it. I'm knockin' meself out with that one," he concluded. Moving on, Nikki had a question... and Leon may have been either the best, or worst, person to ask. Should she get a private room at the club? "Hell flippin' yeah you should get one! You're tryin' to get hitched to King Don, innit? Can't have your fans, his fans and every-bloomin'-body else all around you for that. Well, 'cept me. You could have me around. I'll go ghost if one of yous starts makin' moves, or gives me that look like..." The Look Leon mentioned was one he'd show in the moment, shifting his gaze toward Nikki before rolling his eyes in an arch away from her position ─ as though saying "get a move on" or something similar.

There was no sport in simply asking Donnie to show his willy in an elevator. He didn't agree, but it was her prerogative to remind him he'd been drinking apparently. "Not enough for the title flex, huh? Aight ─ you bad, you bad," Donnie complimented while doing exactly as Ronnie instructed... though taking a few moments to manage it. What he'd get for finally working that chunk of meat out of his pants was a whistle ─ nothing new initially, but it was a whistle from Veronica Corbyn. Paired with that were the verbal appraisal and glances, which, once again... "Damn, that hit different," Donnie decided. Then came the unusual part. Ronnie didn't just reach out to grab his dick ─ that wouldn't have been enough for her. Instead, she took hold of it between her thighs and stroked it from the other side as her world-class ass squished against his lap. "Hot damn~" Donnie whispered, not even sure which he was getting at between Ronnie's ass, thighs, or hand in contact with him. As for her claim that he could fuck another girl through her legs, he wondered that statement's purpose with a chuckle. "What? Makin' breakfast plans already, ma?"

[Apollymi]

Nikki couldn't help the amount of attitude she gave a family member. They would easily shift between love and hate with no real ability to differentiate the two, and it didn't seem to matter. What was more fun were Leon was concerned was the fact that he always managed to talk himself into a corner at some point. And as soon as he did so... all the fight seemed to leave him. In this case, Nikki had called the man a big softie and he'd claimed he'd show her the hard part. She looked at him, she blinked, once, twice, thrice. And those hands of hers stayed up and her brows soon rose as well. "Bruv... you're right. No more talking for you today~" she confirmed hands up and ready to give him a good slap, but mostly she was just trying not to burst into hysterical laughter. By the time she was done with that part, she was thinking over club arrangements. One of the biggest clubs in the area was one she frequented. It'd probably be taken over by the Fashion Week executives and people would be trying to relax there and making sure she had a private place would be important. "You're right, but I probably wouldn't have to kick you out. I'm sure a hot model or two will be floating around ready to distract you for the night~" she offered. "I should do it big, I'll be 21 . I completed my first fashion week as a headliner, I... am a National Hunter, a little splurge for me and the fam... while I try my best with King Don isn't a big deal~" she hyped herself up on bad decisions the way only people with near endless expendable income could, with absolute reckless abandon. And then she'd take a few minutes to call the club, secure herself a private room, with security that would only let in approved people. Got numbers exchanged and the like for it and oddly enough only put a few industry people, and her immediate family on her rooms guest list. Everyone else would be held at the line... Once again somewhere in the ether, Drake was getting out of a chair, this time a fresh twist set coming together. He now had a fresh set of pink dreads, a diamond engagement ring and he was headed to a big tier department store. He was having a car delivered later today but for now... he'd be picking up a suit by a certain Italian clothing designer.

Meanwhile, Ronnie was in the elevator taking advantage of a lightly intoxicated young man with way too big of cock to be left alone. "I am bad~" Ronnie agreed with a tiny bit of snark, "Nothin' is ever big enough for the flex~" she claimed as if it made perfect sense. Ronnie was quite used to having her way with men, still it was quite interesting to meet one both taller than her at base, fit and with a well adjusted personality. Ronnie whistled appreciation, gave verbal confirmation and slipped herself in front of the lad, backwards, so she was squished against his fore with his cock between her legs able to play with it from a different angle from the norm. "Always good to have something different thrown your way, this is also pretty different for me," Ronnie mentioned while stroking that cock between her legs. "Hm, I'm starting to understand, this is interesting from this angle..." she mused seeming to find it fun. "Yeah, you know, can't always wait to get to the resutrant, sometimes you have to grab a piece of toast when you know you have to wait~" Ronnie mentioned. Soon after she was leaning over to spit on his cock an audible sound happening before she began rubbing extra lubrication up and down a cock she was also rubbing her covered folds against. It was quite a nice feeling and she'd keep at it for a while yet, with the practiced hand and an amused expression as she turned her head back to look up at him. "Come in then, show me what that tongue does~" she claimed offering her lips for taking from this odd direction.

[Bloodedge]

Leon completely gave up on bantering for the moment. As of today, he wasn't doing such a great job at it; everything was a little suspicious. "Right, yeah. Been soundin' camp all day. Just gonna shut up now," he decided when sitting. Their chat about a private room was much easier to navigate anyway, if only because it was always easy to make the fan decision. Before securing a VIP room, Nikki mentioned the idea of some hot models being around to... distract him. "You for real? Don't play with me, Nik. You know I'm this close to givin' up on the Sonia chase; I'll hop on just about anything with no dangler right now," he commented. Regardless of his own situation, Leon fully endorsed a bit of privacy for Nikki's night. If nothing else, it was quite likely Drake didn't have any business appearing while Nikki sought King Don. Ah, but speaking of Drake... there was a man currently awaiting his arrival in the shops. It was a man with slim yet muscular build, golden hair of moderate length tied back in a short, braided tail, with three distinctive oversized curls arranged in a row over his forehead. He wore a two-piece suit with a checkered coat tail and several ornate features, including wing-shaped emblems on the collars and a heart-shaped opening in the chest area. The most distinctive features on his suit were the three ladybug emblems located on either side of his chest and directly below his zipper, purple as the primary color for everything he wore, all with golden accents. "I don't remember the last time I was kept waiting for a meeting," the man said to one of his associates nearby.

What Ronnie originally framed as a desire for visual inspection, had already become so much more. Squished against her rear, between her thighs and right up against her barricaded womanhood, Donnie was trapped long before the stroking even began properly. Ronnie would find it took very little effort to begin working him up to firmness as she explained the situation via analogy. What a strange one it was as well. A piece of toast as a holdover before a late breakfast wasn't really something he, a New Yorker, would have gotten behind. "That's a weird one, but... I dig it. What's good wit' it then, Tía? What'chu tryna do?" Donnie asked while his hands settled at the tops of her hips, just where the curve out from her waist began. It seemed wondering was a waste. She wanted to see what his tongue could do, turning her face to him in offering. Well... that was easy. "Bet bet. I can put you on game," was all Donnie had to say as the distance between their mouths closed, his lips pressing loosely to hers. She wanted tongue, so he didn't hold it back at all ─ beginning with a flick against both of her lips at once as a method of demanding entry.

[Apollymi]

Leon, at least had the good sense to quit while he still had anything left to be ahead of. Nikki couldn't help but chuckle at the idea that he'd been camp all day. She really wanted to question what that pub league game had been like, but decided to keep wandering thoughts to herself for now. "It's all good Lee, don't let it get ya' down, bruv~" she commented almost absently. She actually found it more fun that he didn't take himself too serioiusly. In this case, it would be a very particular kind of day. No matter what, Nikki figured more than a few models would be floating around the club, given the end of Fashion Week. Leon's statement about his lack of a lass named Sonia and giving up the chase, "Really bruv, that doesn't seem like you. You're way to nice to give up on her. What's wrong she busy? Or are you being too nice?" Nikki wondered lightly curious as she gave more than a few seconds of downtime while on the phone to split her attention. Meanwhile, mostly while she was giving a list of people approved to enter her private room. Funnily enough the man currently in that shop across town was one of the approved. Still, it didn't seem like he was quite done working just yet.

Casper Drake would be entering that shop, in the Fashion Week outfit, he'd slipped back into to show off his personal style. He figured a new suit would get him done just fine, but he wanted it to suit his tastes. The girl that blonde haired man spoke to simply nodded. "There's a note here, that this one is, prone to primadonna behavior," the woman said, consulting a tablet, while pushing dark colored hair away from her face. Her own eyes, magenta in color were quite sharp. "Weird, I didn't think he'd be popular enough for that. And here he comes,"" The woman said straightening her posture and looking towards the man entering. She kept herself truly professional, "Your name, sir, and do you have an appointment today?" she asked a mask of pleasant customer service slipping onto her face without a single hiccup. "Come on, I just changed my hair up, but you gotta know me. Aren't you a little cute to be stuck in a store like this all day? What time you get off sweets, you can never have too many cute girls at the club" He asked slipping himself into flirting conversation. "I like my work, and I did quite a lot to make sure I'd be inside GIOVANNA all day. I also don't know what time I will get off but I know I have an early morning. And no... I need your name to confirm your appointment or to set you up one," she said firmly with a polite smile planted on her face. "Alright, alright, since you gotta keep up the work part right. But it doesn't sound like you wouldn't like to party with me. How about I leave you my number and you call me if you wanna come. I can get you in~ I'm Drake. You know the Drake," he said. He'd been about to spit a few lines from one of his more popular songs, but she was well-accustomed to dealing with the self-important types. "The appointment for Casper Drake, started 10 minutes ago," she expressed calmly. "Signor?" she aimed just that title as a reference to the designer kept waiting, whatever he wanted her to do, she'd do... but never would she be one to let the disrespect of a tardy person slide of her own accord.

Meanwhile, Ronnie was busy working over King Don in a stopped elevator while finding a great amount of interest in the gargantuan size of his cock. She was sure, even for her, something like this might change her standards a bit. For Nikki, this thing would likely change her life and make her forget herself. Ronnie found that to be the overall best outcome in this scenario, and as such... she'd be treating the lad to a nice handy spit polish while rocking her hips against his lap. Apparently, though he didn't get the toast reference, he definitely understood that she wanted to take a little something for herself before they ended up separating for the night. "Just a little something, nothing too much... but I'm trying to do a few things~" she said... actually more willing to take the approach the super fan had abandoned. "Just a kiss... right?~" she added cheekily knowing fully well after hands settled against her hips her body only further relaxed against his, and she began rocking her hips properply against him while working his shaft. That press of lips and an eventual tongue flick against both, would have Ronnie opening up her mouth to the lad, her own tongue ready and willing to wrestle against one that spoke Spanish and rolled 'R's as his ancestors intended.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever problems Leon had with a woman named Sonia were beyond his comprehension. He could only shrug in response to Nikki's questioning initially. "You know how I said Ryan's always carryin' on about how Sonia gets down? Well I ain't seein' any of that! Either she's got no time for tea, or she's got no time for me. I'm not gonna bang my head on a wall lookin' for an opening. Got other stuff to do," he preached. At the same time, that blonde Italian male was seconds from tapping his foot, hearing about the 'musician' named Drake and his prima donna behavior. Whether he was popular enough for that or not was one thing, but one thing he wasn't... was fashionable enough to excuse any tardiness. As the man approached wearing the same travesty he'd sported the final day of Fashion Week London, that blonde male clicked his tongue. "Popularity doesn't matter. If you make enough of a scene, anybody will forgive a late arrival. This is the wrong kind of scene," he observed while watching Drake. Even worse was how the man responded to the request of his name. Why he thought it was a good or intelligent idea to hit on the girl processing him for a late meeting, the blonde man representing the GIOVANNA brand didn't know... and he didn't like hearing and seeing it either. After a gentle shut-down, the appointment was finally confirmed, giving way to the fashionista himself. "Grazie, Serena. Casper Drake..." He paused, stepping forward and looking over one train-wreck of a rapper. His eyes traveled up and down the other male's form, right hand waving as if he were swiping things away from Drake in his mind. "Firstly, you're late. Secondly, you are never permitted to hit on anyone connected to my name or brand when you look like... this. Why aren't you wearing something by Blue Lotus? It's Fashion Week. This is day seven."

While that appointment began, Donnie was due for an appointment with unreserved freakiness. At some point, surely one could say enough had been done... but not with this lot. Ronnie had already spat onto the cock jutting between her thighs to lubricate the end for her hand. With that work being done already, it was entirely unnecessary for her hips to move. The fabric of her leggings didn't detract too much from an otherwise soft sensation, though, so Donnie could only be pleased. Ah, but he had to focus. Veronica Corbyn wanted to test his mouth directly. 'Aight man, lock in!' he thought as entry to her mouth was granted. That bit of flicking didn't stop, but instead grew into something else. His tongue found hers and brushed over its surface, oscillating into a deep roll that would have it encircle Ronnie's tongue within seconds of meeting. If they were going to make out, it probably wasn't going to be anything short of... a little messy. Donnie's younger self would have it no other way.

[Apollymi]

Nikki heard out what her cousin had to say about the lass he'd been trying and apparently failing to start up a sexual relationship. As a girl, Nikki had a few opinions to share, even if he didn't want to bang his head against the wall about this particular case, "Whether it's just for her... or for whatever else you wanna do later... just remember to put forward what you're actually lookin' for at an appropriate time. Some guys, get the King Don treatment and will have a hot girl throw themselves at them. Others though, sometimes gotta be clear they're trying to shag, 'cause you don't want to mistake kindness for sexual interest, ya' know?" she offered. Her big brother was a himbo at best and definitely a softie when it came to dealing with certain kinds of women. Nikki imagined that someone was busy as Sonia might have just seen his acts as kindness instead of a play for proper attention. No matter, they could spend the time waiting for the pizza to arrive and everyone else to get back going over strategies to get him laid properly, Nikki was also down for the fam.

At the same time, Drake was shooting and shot and failing. He had to assume that the girl behind the counter simply couldn't have known too much about him. She didn't have an ounce of special treatment or anything beyond polite conversation to offer, and Drake himself soon found out why. The boss she'd been discussing this same young man with had nothing but negative things to say, he'd called the man's current attire the wrong kind of scene, and that same smile remained on her face as she knew this consultation was going to be anything but smooth. Still she managed to actually get him talking to the man in charge, which absolved her of extra conversation she didn't want to have he thanked her and she inclined her head "Prego~" before going back to the tablet which hse'd been using for note taking and which she'd continue to use for note-taking in case, they encountered Casper Drake out in the wild. Detailed notes were her specialty. "Yeah that's me!" Drake said blowing a quick kiss to the girl before turning to see a rather flamboyant man soon waving a finger around and looking him over in a way that made him uncomfortable for reasons he couldn't know. Well, he'd been dating Nikki long enough to know people were quite odd in the fashion scene, he'd try not to take it personally. "Yeah i was late, sorry man... was getting my hair done up for something later. Ya' know how it is~" he claimed as if it made perfect sense. The part about him not being suited to talk to his assistant was crazy, "Is it like that, an only insiders deal? What she yours yours?" Drake wondered if he was one of those cuff 'em types. She was cute but he didn't think a designer would have such normal taste in women. As for his fashion choice he held his hands up and shrugged lightly, "I mean yeah, it's the last day. I had a performance, wanted to show off my own style. Nik did say first day she could make me something but I wanted to do myself up and not be tied down while networking the scene ya' know?" he claimed. Perhaps that logic made sense in his head, but... Serena as she was called had her eyes widen at the news. She didn't know people turned down Blue Lotus designs, such a thing would be considered sacrilege among the fashion scenes upper echelons. Besides that... all he'd proven with the look he currently had was... that he might have gone to BDSM clubs to be topped by some giant man...

Meanwhile, a lad who'd not turned down a Blue Lotus design was being accosted in a stopped elevator by her older sister. Veronica Corbyn was one of the top supermodels of all time, even going so far as to change the weight ratio when she got tired of Industry standards. Proved to the world that curvy women sold even better than the unattainable skinny ones and lived happily since. While Ronnie rocked herself against the lad and worked his shaft between her legs, and open mouth was soon met by another. A make-out started and it was anything but tame. A wet and sloppy exchange of tongues was occurring and for once, Veronica was a bit surprised. Ronnie had made out with a lot of people before, but this lad's tongue had its own form of magic to it. It was swirling around wrapping hers up, eliciting one of those deep throat moans from a woman who took to moving herself against him while enjoying the sensation of it. She didn't try to fight it at all, allowing her hand to continue a meticulous stroking while her own loins throbbed and sensitivity built. It wouldn't take long at all for the grinding and tongue work to do it's part, and she also planned to make sure the lad experienced something fun as well. 'Goddamn, Nik lucked out. Imma have to delete Drake's number from her phone. She don't need to know he's calling...' Ronnie thought, while also understanding how her sister had walked away even remotely satisifed by a lack of deeper sexual encounter.

[Bloodedge]

While Nikki took it upon herself to begin coaching Leon's love life, one Giorno Giovanna was wishing someone had coached Drake out of his social ineptitude. A blown kiss to Serena was another strike on his record. 'Silenzio,' Giorno thought even before Drake tried excusing his own tardiness. Worse still, he sought some form of empathy from the blonde. Did Giorno know how it was? "I don't. I stick to my schedules. Are you late to your concerts too?" he asked, moving right along with no concern for the answer. As for Serena and whether she was 'his his' as Drake put it, Giorno quirked a brow. "Mine mine? The point is... you're out of your league here," he stated simply. Finally, the important matter came along. Why was Casper Drake not wearing the merchandise of his girlfriend, THE Blue Lotus, on the final day of Fashion Week? He... wanted to show off his own style, whatever that was. "Your own style," Giorno repeated just before chewing his own cheek. "No, I don't know. I am Giorno Giovanna, but if Blue Lotus offered to outfit me for the last day of Fashion Week, I would ask how much she wanted for it. I would tell her to give me a price whether she liked it or not. You were offered something, presumably for free... and you chose this? Are you just late to making a pride month statement too, or is this look popular in... wherever you're from?"

The tongue of Donovan King was not a thing to question, but if Veronica Corbyn wanted to question it... he'd produce an answer. The reactions of her body, from the rocking of her body to that moan deep in her throat, said she was beginning to understand. Ah, but the Corbyn women didn't seem to believe anything was enough at times. What kind of man would Donnie be if he didn't match that energy? He'd take a bit for himself. While his tongue swabbed around hers as if trying to rub clean every inch of it, slathering their mixed saliva around between mouths... Donnie got a bit more handsy. His left hand moved from her hip to her pelvis to secure their closeness, while his right hand wandered up beneath her shirt and toward her right bosom. He was fully aware she'd never put on a bra earlier, so it would be an easy trip. Fifteen minutes was far too little for anything of major importance, but Donnie also considered it too long for anything truly casual. Some button had to be pressed.

[Apollymi]

Nikki would play life coach to her cousin, while setting up birthday accommodations for herself and her friends at a club she frequented all without a single thought of Drake. At the same time, Drake was going to learn the truth of how the fashion world saw, Nikoleta Corbyn. Before that though, he was learning that Giorno Giovanna didn't play around at all, he didn't appreciate his speech pattern and what was more seemed confused by his logic. "I mean I do try to be on time for stuff, but things get away from me," he said easily. His manager was always on his back about such things, but Drake was a star, what did it matter if he was a few minutes late getting somewhere. Such a note was also made in the file about Drake, and as he kept talking a single word was written with an interabang, Zippered?! A curiosity or a tell of Serena's as she knew her bosses tolerance for such nonsense. "Come on man, I'm a star in my own right... and if a girly is choosin' she can't really be stopped, right?" Drake managed but his hands were up in the air like an offer of peace or a simple warning. No matter, there were other things to discuss. Apparently there was quite a bit to say about his current look and why he wasn't currently wearing gear designed by his girlfriend. "Bro, you sound like you might be sweet on Nik or something. Planning to take her off the market you're gonna have to find someone else to talk up~ And I'm not gay, obviously. I just felt like showing out my own way. I take it you're not a fan of the goth club scene~ I'm from Boston but I just got back from Germany and this is huge in their club scene," Drake claimed. And while it was true that the Goth Scene in Gemany was arguably the biggest in the world, there were layers and levels to this sort of thing and it would appear to Serena that he'd been at the lowest rung of it. Maximillian Kreuz would not have approved such a look of this she was certain. She was alsot holding her face with tremendous effort. She'd never been on the receiving end of that kind of questioning and she'd shown up to work one day wrapped in a bedsheet because of the night she'd had.

While one man likely dug himself into a hole he'd never get out of, a different man was doing much the same but in a much more pleasant way. Donnie was locked into with Ronnie in a strange way. Though they had fifteen minutes to do what they were doing, it seemed both too long and too short. By the time, Ronnie was experiencing tongue movements she couldn't have explained to someone if she tried, the hands on her body had taken to slightly different placements. One remained on her hip but the other found its way to her breast. The lad was handsy but that was no problem as yet another moan would be found leaving her mouth as he prodded every inch inside her mouth with his tongue. Her nipple hardened under the contact and not wearing a bra only sent an interesting amount of sensation straight into her body which could partially be blamed on some changed physiology. She was a person with a very sensitive body and the right kind of touches could potentially get her there and Donnie was proving himself to have exactly that. So they continued grinding, tongues dancing and all. Eventually her other hand joined the first managing to stroke his shaft and play with the head separately as if to give them the extra sensation that her own body was charging up. 'Boy got mouth and hands. I ain't built up like this in a minute...'

[Bloodedge]

Things got away from Drake, apparently. Giorno could see that. He was obviously avoided by sense of both the common and fashion and fashion variety, as well as any ability to apply makeup ─ whether that could have been a worthwhile decision or not. "Obviously," was his only word of response. Drake wasn't letting the Serena situation go either. In his mind, he was a star, and thus viable if the young woman chose to take his advances. "... Mhm," Giorno mumbled. It was an utterance typically used to agree, but in this case... it was merely acknowledgement of words being spoken by the other. Another tally. Moving on, Drake implied he might be 'sweet' on Nikoleta. He'd have to find someone else in that case, would he? How ludicrous. "I barely belong in the same conversation as Nikoleta Corbyn," he said flatly as if it were a mere thing of fact. Of course, if Giorno didn't think he belonged in that conversation... Drake undoubtedly belonged anywhere else on the globe besides where she was being discussed. Another tally. Ah, but the pink-haired lad thought there was somewhere he did belong: in the German goth club scene? So little thought was required, Giorno noted yet another tally right away. Finally, he stepped within striking distance of Casper Drake. "That's enough. Come here." He spoke those words even though no movement was required of Drake. Giorno reached out, a hand under Drake's chin and that hand's thumb rubbing none-too-gently to remove that atrocious lipstick. "You didn't listen to her advice about makeup either, I see. Don't do this again." If Giorno's finger remained in contact long enough to clear Drake's lipstick, its removal would come with something... strange. Drake's lips would have their very structure changed, becoming... a button, just to silence the annoyance. "So, this is how the rest of our interaction goes. I speak. You nod and shake. Understood?" he'd ask with that hand still tilting the shorter Drake's chin up.

All the while, Donnie's advancements could be marked as a great success. He'd slipped under Ronnie's shirt easily enough to grope her bosom. He felt her nipple hardening under his palm during an unintentional brush. That seemed to Donnie like an opportunity to strike. In the midst of groping, he reoriented his hand until its forefinger could flick over Ronnie's nipple, landing at the peak for a circular rub thereafter. Ronnie was no slouch either. Two hands and two thighs all accosting his tool at once had Donnie unconsciously humping, repeatedly pressing his pelvis into her rump. The dance of tongues took a brief hiatus that involved Donnie taking a sharp breath ─ exhaling through teeth as well as Ronnie's bottom lip that was being gently gnawed upon at the time. "Me gusta♫~ You got even more flair than I thought, ma~" he moaned.

[Apollymi]

Drake was a bit of an honest man. He wasn't always late on purpose, but he also didn't want anyone telling him what to do. His poor manager barely got him anywhere within an apology window, but that wasn't something which was being admitted to. Actually his manager was outside of the store choosing to not be part of this whole thing at all. At the same time, Drake was having what he thought was a causal conversation with Giorno Giovanna. "I knew you'd understand," Drake said seeming to take Giorno's noise as a sound of agreement. On the other end of that Serena was still writing, Definitely a zipper, she noted without looking up. Though she'd soon be looking as Giorno noted that he barely belong in a conversation with Nikoleta Corbyn. She really was a sweetheart in the fashion community but Drake didn't take it that way, "Yeah man, she's good girl," he confirmed happy to be settling in on the idea of locking her down. Serena's brow rose, this man had been hitting on her a few minutes prior to this. Whatever oddities this man had, he was soon very close to Drake without the man himself having to move. A man holding his face was quite unusual, "Bro, I'm straight." Drake confirmed only to have a man rubbing his thumb across his lips ruining his makeup. Fashion guys were all so weird, Drake decided, but he'd come here for a reason, and apparently progressional opinion included a lack of lipstick. "I mean, she said something but I go for what's easy to unde..." there was a pause. Drake didn't get another chance to explain himself and... that was because his lips had become a fastened button. His eyes widened and panic seemed to set in, but obviously he couldn't do much without risking his face. Apparently Giorno didn't want him speaking and nodding. He looked towards Serena but she only looked mildly amused. Button. A single note was made and Serena was left to continue her work. Drake for his part in this was too scared of non-combat magic to do anything but nod his head at a taller man and hope he wasn't about tog et raped. He didn't like having his face tilted up into the eyes of another man like this... it was humiliating but at least there wasn't an audience.

At the same time, Donnie was being accosted and Ronnie was taking note. The lad was moving his own hips against her as well. His tongue was dancing in her mouth and his hand was fully exploiting the weakness of the breast it molested as well. Ronnie could do nothing but enjoy, even as she changed it up a bit and had a sharp inhale came with that extra motion of her hand. Well it wasn't like she didn't know he had a lot to work with, there was no need to leave stimulation completely up to the stroke itself and whatever her fingers decided to do when they reached the end. Her reward Spanish words she knew and a compliment of her skills. She grinned against him, "I should say the same for you, mate. There is definitely a lot to like~" she claimed while a sigh left her as well. Those fingers around the head of his cock, would occasionally prod the opening fiddling around just underneath when the upstorkes came too close with her other hand. Her intentions were clear and she could just about feel it in her loins as the tingles from even dry humping were well worth their pursuit.