<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

Indeed, there were now two songs created for Nikki's sake this way. Based on what was going on within his own head, Donnie believed there would be many more to come as well. Nikki became a powerful muse within moments of being seen. Such a thing was so impossibly rare, he'd only experienced it twice before... and both of those muses had become very important figures in forming the man now known as Donovan King. He felt now what he felt years ago, constructing a song titled Hero in honor of his parents. Whatever the case, he had more muse still for the current song.

"So shawty, let your hair down and take a sip♪
Gon' put this joint between your lips!♫
Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh♪, why don't you make... yourself... comforta...ble?♪
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh♪, while I... go and... put this... tongue on... you?♫~
So tell me when you ready♪ I'ma speed it up for you just for a second♪
Just for a second♪... then I'ma slow it back down and keep it steady♫~
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh♪, baby, now that you are out them clothes...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh♪ I just wanna see you dance in,

Slow mo-otiooon♪~
We can take, we can take, we can take our time, baby!♫~
In slooow mo-otiooon♪~
We can take, we can take, we can take our time, stay here!♫~
In slooow mo-otiooon♫~"

He didn't have much left for this particular song; most things had been said. However, it wasn't always enough just to say something. At times... one really had to drive one's point home by reiterating it. Now was such a time for Donnie in a song that only managed to be two verses. He slowed down significantly for a line, but those who listened to King Don's R&B songs knew... his notes would be significantly higher for the final words.

"Oooh daaarliiing... I just wanna get you out them clothes!~
OOOH! I just wanna see you dance in SLO-OW MO-OTIOOON! OOOH LET 'EM KNO-OW, OH, OH-OOH!♪~
We can take, we can take, we can take our time, baby!♫~
In slooow mo-otiooon♪~
We can take, we can take, we can take our time, stay here!♫~
In slooow mo-otiooon♫~
We can take, we can take, we can take our time, baby!♫~
In slooow mo-otiooon♪~
We can take, we can take, we can take our time, stay here!♫~"

[Apollymi]

The spot on nature of the song being written right in the back of a limo on the way to the club was awe inspiring. The fact that Donnie's vocals needed no real extras was also amazing in its own way. The word around spaces was that everyone in Lost Galaxy didn't need vocal help and in hearing this rapper sing, Nikki and Ronnie both became certain of that part. His nature as a lyricist also had words flowing together as he continued to tell that tale. 'Bruv is down horrendous~' Ronnie thought with pure satisfaction that the pair were about to have one of the greatest times of their lives.

Meanwhile, Nikki felt her face flush and her loins tighten just a bit at some of those words. She practically squirmed in her seat at the thought of the man's tongue returning to her loins. She was already sold but after that experience that didn't quite reach it's pinnacle she had to have a bit more. 'Bloodly hell, this is how people end up with someone sitting on their faces, mate~ The hell am I thinking... sittong on King Don's face,' she thought almost absently. Still there was much to enjoy as the swong wrapped up and the man put the last few lines on which had impact reverberating in Nikki's whole body. Only when the music stopped and the man himself opened his eyes would he see a pair of excited faces and Nikki still squirming in her own seat. "Bloody brilliant, mate!~" she exclaimed. Twice she'd heard a fresh song and neither of them were anything less than a hit which had her moving her body to the music. Maybe the musicians were also magic long before it settled on the rest of the world?

[Bloodedge]

The visuals in Donnie's mind continued the display he'd now seen from Nikki a few times. He could see that little rotation of hers slowing down even further still, while clothes slipped away one piece of fabric at a time. Ah, but that wasn't even the truest visual he had. The 'dance' he visualized in slow motion was far more than just some show ─ it was an experience that continued well into, and throughout, penetration. He was between her legs, watching her hips roll against his face to that same pattern. He was on his back, watching a similar roll paired with a rocking rise and fall, still with the same tempo. All of these things, Donnie saw with clarity that could only be rivaled by the real thing. The entire song produced a video well beyond high definition, and then... it was over the moment Donnie opened his eyes.

When the vision dissipated, it was replaced by three total faces radiating excitement ─ especially Nikki, who even had verbal praise to offer. To his credit, Donnie seemed even a little bashful for hearing the compliment. "You like that? I wasn't feelin' a third verse. Might have to get a feature if I wanna make a track of it, but it's whatever." With that, the drive continued. Whatever sort of chatting the group got into, Donnie was much more invested once he didn't have that song repeating in his head. Everything seemed to progress rather smoothly, all the way to a group of four exiting the limousine at the club they'd use for the celebration of Nikoleta Corbyn's birthday. All they had to do was proceed to the VIP section, provided there were no hiccups. . .

[Apollymi]

The song that felt so nice in Nikki's chest and ears was something she felt the need to compliment in absolution. What was more... was watching the reaction he had to a compliment of the song. He seemed almost bashful and claimed that he might need a feature given how he'd skipped out on a third verse. "I don't know if it needs one. But... I'm biased, I could listen to just you singing all day no features required~" Nikki chattered happily. Ronnie couldn't help but smile, given the exchanges and knew they'd me making their way to the club in a short while.

when they arrived they managed to all slip out of the car, oddly enough there was a collection of paparazzi talking pictures of the group. Nikki didn't think she'd attract this kind of attention and wouldn't get to know why such a thing was happening. Still a worker from the club came out to usher the group back while quite bits of conversation happened and dozens of pictures were being taken. Ronnie being the super model she was, stopped to pose for a few pictures, and wave to the crowd. This was a completely normal after nood for her, but why were they here? Well, it seemed that Casper Drake had called to leave a tip that he'd be arriving around 11 to get his face in the paper and have pictures o fhimself taken. Those who'd arrived early would be getting a much more worthwhile set of pictures. "Veronica! Veronica! Who are you wearing tonight?" asked one person as they took several pictures of her. "BlueLotus, of course~ Not gonna wear anything else to a celebration!~" she said knowing she'd be quoted about it. "King Don!! Is the same true for you?!" asked the same person who seemed to be pleased. Several were also taking pictures of Nikki who posed as well, since she'd just ended fashion week. Perhaps they simply didn't get enough good images, there wasn't any reaosn to ask her who she was wearing it was everywhere.

[Bloodedge]

When they finally reached the club, paparazzi were aplenty, and Leon became the odd man out. He left himself at the back of the group, having fame that couldn't even be called such in the vicinity of the other three. His was more of a local sort, expansive only in gaming circles and those who had interest in Hunters... and even then, he had no place with the others. Of course, Leon fully accepted that along with the role of 'visual bodyguard' as he'd call it. He didn't even seem upset. No, he was... quite pleased. "I'm walkin' in the same group as King Flippin' Don! I'm gonna rub all their noses in it!' he chanted mentally.

At the same time, Donnie walked with absolute swagger in the vicinity of Nikki and Ronnie. He waved around in a very lax manner anytime he heard his own name. "Yo yo! What's good? Love it in London!" Donnie said here and there, responding to whatever questions or greetings he managed to pick up. In time, the musician was asked the same question Ronnie recently answered. Was his ensemble of the evening also a BlueLotus design? "On God it is! Ya' boy is dripped in the freshest Lotus tonight! Peep game~" the male said with great pride, both hands grabbing his belt to draw attention to the buckle.

[Apollymi]

Leon might have thought himself the odd man out, but that was only in the case of easy recognition. There was at least one person in the group taking pictures who knew who and what he was, and would shout his name with excitement. "Oy, that's Leon Postwick!~ S-rank Hunter!~ Leon over here!~" A chipper voice called out as someone else was taking pictures. This was such an interesting group of individuals, Nikki found herself whispering to her sister, mouth covered. "Am I the only one who thinks it's super bright?" She asked not focusing as she dropped her hand to smile and wave. "No way, totally normal. Just smile and wave, doll!~ We'll make it inside and you can adjust to some better lighting~"

Meanwhile, Donnie was giving a little interview and showing some love to the paparazzi. They were loving his personality and also his clothing choice. He flaunted all of it with pride, and he was quoted in his excitement. "Looking good, King Don!~ Great Fit King Don!~" claimed a couple of different people taking pictures and looking over a fairly simple but unique design which the man was wearing. "Is this a celebration? This is an interesting group!" A different person called while taking pictures. "It's my birthday tomorrow!~" Nikki chimed excitedly. She wasn't celebrating the end of fashion week, no, the headliner was simply out with a group of friends to celebrate her birthday! Several different people were taking more pictures. At the same time, Ronnie was usheringthe group further forward and Nikki was moving behind her with the others while still grinning. They'd likely never know that most everyone was here because of a tip about Drake and now had a much better story to run with.

[Bloodedge]

Leon resigned himself to looking the part of a bodyguard, but someone in that crowd of photographers actually recognized him. He wasn't sure why, but they even decided to call out to the man. "What, me? I get one? That's proper wicked, innit?!" Leon couldn't believe his fate today, but he was absolutely ready to pose for a picture or two. A quick flex was shown to the speaker. "GRRR!" he growled playfully. At the same time, Donnie was taking a few additional poses ─ most of which involved accentuating the blue lotus on his belt buckle. "Ain't it? Don't fill up on it, y'all! I might not take this one off, feel me?" he chanted at the paparazzi.

Some wanted to know what sort of event brought this group together. Nikki herself made note of the cause. In the meantime, yet another individual was watching the group from within the club. Maximillian Kreuz himself had a nice view from the entrance. It wasn't so worthwhile to him for the paparazzi display, but seeing Nikki in the presence of that musician from earlier was... highly refreshing. "Ach du meine Güte! Blaeu Frau is finally doing it~" he mused while chewing the arm of a pair of glasses. Another male in his company looked when attention was drawn ─ this man sporting deep blue hair and a red arrow-like tattoo over his right eye. "That's the one, hm? The strong one?" he asked Max. "NEIN, das urban boy with the good hair. He should be replacing die Schwuchtel Drake."

[Apollymi]

Leon might have thought himself an extra, but the truth of the matter was, he was just as included for a different reason. The paparazzi had to know why this combination of people was together, all wearing Blue Lotus herself for what was apparently a birthday celebration. "Of course you get one!~ Love the look also in Blue Lotus!~" the paparazzi said as they got a couple of pictures of him flexing in a shirt obviously marked as Blue Lotus and a look so well put together it was obviously another entire look. "Of course he does, my older cousin, innit?" Nikki said about Leon as if their familial relationship should have been obvious. Ah, but after a few more pictures and some well-wishes, the group was able to move into the building with the worker from the VIP getting ready to lead them back.

Once inside Nikki's eyes began adjusting but so did Ronnie's were also working, still by the time they entered, they could see a couple of Fashion Week regulars. The pink haired designer Maximillian Kreuz and a blue haired man stood discussing the social situation surrounding Nikki. "Max, fancy seeing you here!~" Nikki commented like she was in the best possible mood. "Oh, Rafi~ You get dragged out too~" Ronnie seemed almost amused as she approached as well. The VIPs management would wait for pleasantries to be exchanged before beginning to lead everyone back, while the paparazzi waited to see who else would be arriving and celebrating the birthday of one Nikoleta Corbyn.

[Bloodedge]

Leon was the least used to being caught by paparazzi ─ at least when it wasn't a matter of a fresh Dungeon clear. This was strange, relaxed, but... it still had that sense of moments after victory. King Don was quickly becoming part of his family; nothing could be better! "Yeah that's right! And this 'ere's my brother! Get that photo!" Leon urged as he wrapped one of those massive arms around Donnie's neck, pulling him in as if they were actually so close. "Damn bruh, watch out. Your swole ass ain't supposed to be just grabbin' niggas like that. Pause," Donnie said, even catching his own questionable statement. Still, it seemed he was having an alright time before they entered.

When they did make it in, Nikki found Maximillian rather quickly. He'd naturally been watching her entire approach. The only point of disappointment he could find, was the lack of closeness between her and that rapper. "Blaeu Fraulein, don't act so surprised! Everybody who is anybody from Fashion Week should be here tonight. Besides, you have your party here. A happy birthday to you. To my surprise, I arrived here and was immediately asked about some... VIP room in your name. A very special plan, I assume?" Max asked of the young woman. At the same time, Ronnie targeted the blue-haired man she called Rafi. He switched his focus to the woman immediately, looking her over with an appreciative gaze. "Veronica. Buenas noches," he said, giving the woman more than three once-overs. The man himself was dressed in a pullover jacket with a partial zipper, a matching coattail that seemed to be its own piece and pair with a chap-like segment on his left leg, thrown over a pair of blue capris. Where he wore white, there was golden filigree, while the pants had a similar design in white. A high pair of white boots with golden laces completed the look, leaving only small portions of his shins exposed. He'd been considered the most extravagant display at Fashion Week by many, but even he had a special interest in Ronnie's current look ─ perhaps for multiple reasons. "Daring look today. I didn't miss a show, did I?"

[Apollymi]

Donnie and Leon were taking a few more pictures. Apparently during which there was a bit of physical contact with Donnie commenting in a way that made him say... 'Pause' once again. Such a thing had a giggle escaping Nikki as she shook her head but waved the two men along with her as she stepped in. At the same time, Maximillian Kreuz was an easy person to spot, as such Nikki easily found herself greeting him. When Nikki commented about seeing him, she was informed that this was the place to be for most of Fashion Week, given birthday well-wishes and an assumed special plan. Nikki grinned, "Thanks Max!~ Definitely my birthday, they probably stopped you because I put you on the list. Gonna spend my birthday doing something awesome, gonna get stolen by King Don~" the fan girl that was Nikki slipped out just a bit. "Oops, those are still slipping out. By the way did you see!~" she said gesturing to the young music star whom she maintained an obsession with for her entire puberty.

Meanwhile, Ronnie was having a conversation with a blue haired young man, dressed fabulously and as she properly approached. She stood in front of him and had a casual look at his new attire. "Look at you~ Max is outdoing himself... that's a great look on you~" Veronica said. As for her own daring look she could only chuckle about. "You think it's daring, Rafi?~ I wonder if I missed a show instead. You know I don't show up to Fashion Week~ But I'll definitely wear something my little sister made me any day~" Ronnie claimed looking over the blue haired male. Well... she had to have something to do until breakfast and Rafi was definitely something interesting at least. By the time this was happening, the VIP Coordinator was showing up near Nikki and giving up important information. "Miss Corbyn your VIP room is ready. Security is set up with the list and we've already stocked it with several bottles and full access to the sound System as a member of Lost Galaxy is in your party," the coordinator said handing over a control and ushering the group towards the largest VIP room the venue had to offer, with full privacy private bathrooms, a dance floor and neon mood lighting.

[Bloodedge]

In the midst of a casual catch-up with Max about the ongoing event, Nikki let slip the concept of being... 'stolen' by the musician called King Don. Max looked at her with a quirked brow. He didn't know about the culture surrounding that young man, but the implication was quite clear after a few moments of thought. "Stolen? Soso!" he said, seeming quite invested in the idea. Anything that would separate a gem of the fashion community from that drag queen calling himself an urban icon, was a good thing. Nikki's excitement was also noted and appreciated. "Yes, I saw. I was there. I also see the new design. Very nice," he complimented. "I will leave you to your... theft. Die bathrooms are clean," he slipped in.

At the same time, Ronnie and Rafi were having a look at each other. Anyone could expect Ronnie to casually sport something designed by Blue Lotus, but he had a clear interest in this particular article. The daringness of it was brought into question. "Very daring. I can see your hipbone... with nothing on it. You know people dance at nightclubs, right?" he asked in a joking manner. As his own getup was being observed, Rafi opened his arms in a very humble flourish. "Let's have a look then. Can you really dance in that?" he asked.

Whatever the case, the group was soon being allowed into the VIP room ─ though not without Leon expressing his surprise over the allowances made for King Don and Lost Galaxy. "Just gettin' royal treatment all over the place, innit?" he blurted out while making his own way. Donnie, also moving toward the more private space, swept hair from his eye and sighed. "Yeah, they do that. You join Lost Galaxy, they expect you to perform wherever you go. I ain't mad at it. I was gonna put somethin' on anyway~"

[Apollymi]

It'd only been a few hours since Nikki had last seen Max, but in that time she'd done quite a bit. Fully committed was she to having a good time and spending her birthday in good company. She was also still suffering random moments of being high and being completely lucid. The balance was hard to manage as she discussed things with one of her favorite designers. "Yep, been promising myself this since I was 16, birthday is up and I'm gonna make another life goal~" Nikki was far too excited for the prospect of things she had going on. And what was more, given Max's earlier enthusiasm about her meeting with Donnie she easily decided to share the information with him. She was complimented both on the man and the design, she smiled, "Thanks, mate. That one's a favorite, can't tell if I just like it on him or if I just like it. Doesn't really matter though~" Nikki determined as she likely wouldn't have made that exact outfit for anyone else. "See ya, around, come by if you want~" Nikki claimed, only to think about the comments concerning the bathroom. "You cheeky thing~" she mused only to carry on.

At the same time, Veronica was in full ready to pounce mode upon finding Rafi among the earliest arrivals. Rafi for his part pointed out that he could see the hipbones of Veronica Corbyn and nothing else on them, a cheeky smirk came to the woman's face. "Can ya? Hadn't noticed. I do know people dance at nightclubs, yeah that sounds right~" she said in a lightly sarcastic way. She watched that humble arm opening gesture and tilted her head to the side. "Course I can dance in this... question is... you trying to watch, or give me something to dance on?~" Veronica said as she slipped past him her voice barely a whisper as she beckoned him along, She at least had something to keep her busy until breakfast, and that was... enough.

In the meantime, the VIP was open, a sound system link up was passed along and Donnie and Leon were joining the rest of the group. Within the VIP, Nikki looked around appreciatively, "Blimey, I should do this sort of thing more often~" she thought as she looked around. All the while everyone was filling in, and the first set of shots was being poured in front of an ice bucket filled with glowing blue ice and happiness. The birthday celebration could kick off whenever anyone was ready. According to Donnie, him getting access to a sound system was quite normal as a member of Lost Galaxy and... he planned to put on some extras anyway. "Come on you lot, they made us birthday cake shots, we're having a round and then we can get everything started~" Ronnie chimed in, placing one in Nikki's hand as she passed another to Rafi and would go on to pick up another for herself. As they'd entered the closed space, they had nothing to worry about... and any other visitors could make their way in time.

[Bloodedge]

While Max and Nikki were separating for the moment, it seemed Ronnie was in the process of choosing her plus one for the evening. She looked over Rafi once more and insisted she could still dance in that dress with nothing beneath it. The question was: did he intend to see her dance, or provide her with something to dance on? Most men who had an interest in women, and even many who didn't, would surely have the same answer. If Veronica Corbyn wanted a man to make use of, anyone receiving the invitation to be used would be privileged for the opportunity. Obviously she knew that to be a case. The confidence she carried when asking, made it clear she knew he'd be following along. And so, Rafi became the first extra to join the others in that VIP room.

Donnie had a small amount of trouble making it to the room, as always. It was bad enough being King Don; being a member of Lost Galaxy as well resulted in loads of additional attention and callouts anytime he passed through a venue. Until they reached the VIP room, he could hardly hear a thing besides calls for attention ─ and it wasn't even just his name this time. "Oy, back off King Don, ya' slags! He's gettin' married in the mornin'!" he yelled, much to the confusion of many followers. "Bro, you a PR nightmare!" Donnie chastised as he was quite literally pushed into the room. Once inside, luckily, there was peace... and apparently shots that Ronnie brought attention to while passing one each to Nikki and Rafi. "Miss Corbyn, happy birthday," Rafi said with his glass raised. At the same time, Leon took it upon himself to grab a shot for Donnie in addition to his own... but he didn't hand it over when Donnie reached out. "Oy bruv, all love 'ere, but you don't get no glass. Nik's birthday, you gotta do a body shot off her!" he insisted, even looking toward Nikki with a nod and a wink. "... Oh word?" Donnie asked. He barely restrained himself from laughing. "I mean, it is what it is. It ain't my birthday."

[Apollymi]

Max and Nikki separated for the time being. In that moment, Veronica seemed to have chosen her evening partner. She'd decided to leave 'King Don' to her younger sister initiallya s part of her birthday present, even sparing her the extra condoms and helping along the build up while only taking a little for herself. Still, the Wedding Cake they'd smoked was something which Veronica knew how to cope, and it involved a bit of crazy penetration. At the same time, Donnie and Leon were making their way in, and though Leon said something which definitely could be considered a PR problem, the number of people calling after Donnie and trying to gt his attentiion was way too high. "I guess that Wall to Wall thing is actually a problem~" Nikki said with a light chuckle. She'd become popular in her own right, but not international musical superstar levels of popularity.

Beyond that point shots were soon passed around and everyone as preparing to have a drink. Of course, as they were about to begin, the one who'd been called 'Rafi' by Veronica took time to wish Nikki a happy birthday, addressing her with a fair bit of formality. "Thank you. Also, it's Nikki, mate~" she said wanting to keep her birthday as light as possible and not being too caught up in any thing resembling formality. Meanwhile, Veronica was hearing the plan of Leon gave tacit approval. "Good job, not all brawn out here!~" Ronnie said a glass up. "Like how no one asked me..." Nikki said w hile in the process of changing the way her dress fit, specifically, opening up the area around her navel. Body shots with King Don was the greatest idea. "No naysaying!~ Happy Birthday and cheers!~" Ronnie claimed while knocking a shot back and Nikki did the same, while climbing up on bar so a shot could be taken from her navel, whenever he was ready.

[Bloodedge]

Wall to Wall was yet another of Donnie's songs. In it, he addressed the 'issue' of scenes just like what they were moving through to reach their destination. "Never lied on a song before. Remember that~" Donnie asserted. He wasn't the only one with assertions to make, though. Nikki had one... for Rafi, of all people. She wasn't going to take the formality, but nor was he going to abandon it. No response came from the Spanish male; he merely took his shot and moved on. All the while, Donnie was being denied a glass... because he was to take it from Nikki's bellybutton instead.

Donnie didn't mind what Leon was trying to make happen at all. Ronnie openly supported it. Nikki, though she had something to say about her opinion being sought on the matter, was already modifying her dress and getting into position on the counter. "Sod your opinion. It's King Flippin' Don; you're welcome innit?" Leon replied while Donnie swaggered toward the bar, taking the shot glass from Leon's hand. "Don't seem like you got a problem with it either. Ready up~" Donnie urged while tilting the glass, pouring a cold shot right into the birthday girl's navel. He'd empty the glass, sweep hair from his face, and lean right in. Slowly did Donnie slurp alcohol between his lips, closing the gap to Nikki's flesh as the liquid disappeared. Of course, he couldn't leave her sticky either. It was only right that his tongue protrude to ensure the area was cleaned.