<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

A bit of quick wit from the queen had Leon quieting himself and closing his mouth. It was a job well done, and easy enough for her to accomplish. But soon enough the Queen was being given a treatment she wasn't really used to anymore... being treated as an equal instead of everyone bending over backwards to assure her comfort. There was something amusing about being included in such a complete way, and she currently had 'King Don' to thank for it. "Well, I'll take your words under advisement~" Queen Mirellia said while beginning to sway to a new beat. She found it easy enough and the lad was giving her something to blame in fact he was claiming alcohol was the problem. What an amusing young man. That gentle sway was something that found that technological type sound quite easy... It wasn't just her either, the other women were already dancing to

Just the same, it seemed that Drake didn't have an easy time accepting anything. His issues with magic type Hunters aside, he was wxplaining his musical process which didn't involve being able to produce lyrics for a song he hadn't heard yet at a moment's notice. He wasn't the battle rapper, he wasn't a true lyricist, even though he wouldn't admit that, no... he was a man who put things together ahead of time and squeezed them in or had someone else put them together when he didn't know how to feel about something. An agreement occurred, where the man with him saw that there would be no real issues, that would come from his 'wild' day out. No... the future was much better. "See, you might be able to stick around. I like when people talk sense~" Drake said in response to the development of himself. As for his potential entrance into Lost Galaxy he began shuffling through his notes app, looking for a set of lyrics that hadn't been used yet. He had a system for keeping track of it, so he didn't accidentally repeat anything. "Real, huh?" he said aloud. Internally though he thought all those members of Lost Galaxy enjoyed people who could sing too... so he might as well string a little something in there. He could do that. "Well, I got a verse I put together the homies said was prolific, I could make that my debut, since everyone is always talking about how Lost Galaxy makes them feel." he thought. Going over the lines again, so he could remember and setting up the auto-tune on his phone for his singing voice to be pefected. Now all he needed to do was wait for the ultimate moment to put his self on.

[Bloodedge]

Mirellia could take Donnie's words as advice, or she could... just go with the flow. He was definitely going to do that. The more he sang, the more the words flowed through his very soul... and the more those same words poured outward. He could feel it all. He was reaching Mirellia on a different level, receiving feedback that didn't have to come from her mouth, her body language or anything tangible.

"Aye, she said she usually don't♪
But I know that she frontin'♪
'Cause shawty know what she want,
But she don't wanna seem like she eeeasy♫~
I hear you saying what you won't do♪
... But you know we're probably gon' do♪
What you been fiendin' deep insi-i-i-ide,
Don't let u-u-up now♪"

As everything came together, he was still moving around Mirellia. A bit of swaying was a good start, but only a start. Donnie's body moved up and down, rocking and grinding motions becoming his modus operandi until there were brushes of his hip and torso against the queen's side.

"Girl what you drinkin'? Gon' let it sink in!♪
Here for the weekend, thinkin' we can,
See where we could be if we press fast forward♪
Just one more round, if you’re down, I'm for it♪
Fill another cup up, feelin' on your butt ─ What?♪
You don't even care now, I was unaware how,
Fine you was before my buzz set in... MY BUZZ SET IIIIN♪~

The latest segment would be considered a pre-chorus, but it was truthfully more of a climactic moment in terms of actions. Donnie didn't just say something about feeling the queen's rear. No, he was crouched next to her large posterior and reaching to cheekily squeeze it right at the lower curve when the lyrics passed. Speaking of passing lyrics... Casper Drake had none. The man in his company knew it, but his reason for being present was quite different. Apparently, Drake thought he knew how to speak in a sensible way. If only the pink-haired male could actually understand sense. "I imagine you don't surround yourself with people who tell you enough of what's important," he commented, not really expecting Drake to understand that either. Oh well; his purpose was much greater than Drake actually learning lessons from his words. "Lost Galaxy is... a special group of similar people. All you need is the right kind of impact. Do you feel what they sing? That's the key. Bleeding heart stuff, you know?"

[Apollymi]

Mirellia was in for an experience. The magic of these musicians was how in a moment, it felt like they were talking directly to a person. The words moved her body, the beat was something she found naturally as she swayed and the open offer to Donnie's attention was something that seemed to be accepted long before she understood fully the shape and weight of what was being offered. Before she even realized how much of the song applied directly to her, she found Donnie at her side, gently brushing against her with movements that were an open invitation. Her body naturally stepped into, said invitation as she leaned. Nikki and Ronnie watched and Nikki hadn't said anything for a while, her brain actually being quiet for a moment that felt like an hour as she watched the 'Aaah' face of Donnie's and imagined it in a very different way. "That tongue thing looks really different from the outside after earlier. Definitely makes me want to sit on his face..." Nikki said her eyes sparkling, her body still moving. "Down bad, huh? Well, at least the Queen seems to know how to get down too~" Ronnie said as if perfectly pleased. All the while, the Queen was putting her life skills to good use. Years of perfect posture left her back straight but her hips popped out behind her, causing soft flesh to meet the man's midsection as the beat was something she sank into fully. The drink in her hand was drained and placed upon the bar as she had no intention of holding on to an empty glass. But they weren't alone here and many aimed to see others have fun, Chiori for her part in this, refilled the glass so it could be taken. It felt right to do so that when the Queen or Donnie wanted to, they could reach for it again. 'I wonde rif music has always felt like this?' Mirellia thought, at the very least, she wasn't judging her son for his musical taste if he resonated with any of this music. Still there was more, she'd relaxed herself a bit grabbing for a refilled drink and swaying while Donnie got rather handsy, she jumped a little, not turning away completely but instead looking back over the largeness of her rear at the lad, and the turn itself leading to a bit of spillage on to the lad's body. 'I should probably stop drinking this... I should also not still be dancing against him after he touched me but...' she thought, but she held up her hands in mock surrender instead, such was as close to an apology as a royal would get. And the natural inclination of her body to relax occurred and she settled into the warmth and movements as she danced more working those hips like a woman who knew exactly how to make babies.

Meanwhile Drake was hyping himself up, with the perfect hypeman right beside him. He needed more positivity in his circle, especially after earlier today. Both his manager and Security Guard hadn't had his back about things... and the situation with his sister and the designer Giovanna had him questioning everything. But here and how he was certain and that made him happy. "Naw, they been a bunch of noise lately. Don't do that. Don't say that. Bruh, are you sure? Yap, yap, yap!~ I don't need that shit, I need someone to hype me up!" Drake asserted. He didn't point out that the advice he'd been given was that of real friendship trying to keep him from making his life spiral out of control, but he also wouldn't know the truth of that even if it was thrown in his face. Lost Galaxy was a special group, that much was certain, they achieve super stardom and a special quality as Hunters in addition to that... those kinds of bonuses were unfair to everyone else. But Drake was still a fan, but just in case, this man was actually connected and doing some kind of secret interview... he kept it low key. He definitely wasn't about to gush over the competition until they were on his side, outside of his most secret inner circle. "I mean, I get down to their music and all. The beats are nice, the words are cool, but feeling it? Like on some emotional shit? That ain't me. I'm not a girl, bruh, I don't vibe with soft shit like that. I only really vibe with a payday," Drake claimed with much false bravado, but it was the type of thing that people back home would have accepted at face value.

[Bloodedge]

The recently-silenced Leon was not totally absent during this newest performance. Actually, he'd gotten really into the sight of Donnie making the queen herself dance. This was something that needed addressing! Mere moments into the show, his phone was out and recording... or so he thought. There was definitely a visual of everything going on in his camera, at the very least. "I'm gettin' all o' this! I gotta show Ryan!" he announced as the camera had an almost sacrilegious view of Queen Mirellia's shaking hips. Leon would wonder if this was more deserving of a beheading... but obviously, Donnie had no such thoughts.

"Blame it on the Goose! Gotcha feelin' loose♪
Blame it on the 'Trón! Got you in the zone♪
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪~
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪~"

Nothing was truly amiss with this performance. Mirellia even had nothing resembling a negative reaction to her ass being grabbed, though the shock of it resulted in her fresh drink spilling onto Donni's face and shirt. He wasn't bothered. In fact, Donnie flipped hair out of his face along with the alcohol, and merely... gave he queen a playful slap ending in another squeeze. Whenever he rose again, it would be Donnie's aim to rise and grind his pelvis right against Mirellia's bottom.

"Oopsie♪~ She spilled some drink on me♪
And now I'm knowin' she tipsy♪
She put her body on me,
And she keeps staring me right in my eyes♪
No tellin' what I'm gon' do♪
Baby, I would rather show you♪
What you been missin' in your li-i-i-ife,
When I get insi-i-i-ide♪~"

But what of Casper Drake, the apparent ignoramus? As expected, he failed to understand the real point. A chance had been given. If he wasn't going to pick up on it, that was his problem to deal with. His guest didn't have much left to say. The 'hype man' Drake thought he needed would not be found here, nor was it truly something that would help him. No matter. The issue of Drake feeling Lost Galaxy's music, but failing to admit it for fear of whatever social or career repercussions he imagined, was yet another failure. "There are two girls in Lost Galaxy. Oops... well, I guess it's one. I'm drunk," he lied. "So... you want to join Lost Galaxy for the money? Tell me about your aspiration. What would that paycheck do for you?"

[Apollymi]

Leon was one who wanted to capture moments. No one would fault him for that, and a live performance of King Don was among one of the best uses of the time. Still, Nikki couldn't stop herself from her absent comments, "I swear you two are enemies," she said her eyes on a performance that even included the dancing Queen of England. Of course, that dance was very different from the stuffy type, done in ballrooms for no reason other than to make sure rich kids got exercise. No... there was a feeling here she'd never had before, and while she experienced it, a young man sang a story of their current journey. In fact, there was a hair flip, and a bit of a dancing. A lowered body a rise and a grind against the Queen's more than ample backside had her eyes gently widening and then it disappeared from her face while her hips shook against his and she relished in that playful slap. 'This so is not the kind of dancing to be done in front of people~' she thought while gently braing herself, a hand met his leg for a moment while she began a gentle bit of shifting. Whatever she was missing she was actually fairly keen to find out... without an audience of course. Still, her movements would carry her, and her cup in that playful movement, back towards the chair she'd been seated upon. "Man's a bloody legend, innit?" Ronnie said and Nikki would only agree. "Definitely, but she deserves to have a good time at some point. And he's a great one!~" Nikki agreed without question. Plus she'd seen it, that movement against the leg, which was a bit too close to something else. She wondered if the Queen was one of those sword wielders, if not she might be a bit out of practice for what was to come.

At the same time, Casper Drake made the claim that there wasn't anything he personally felt in the music of Lost Galaxy. That was without question a lie, he felt every bar of music he'd ever enjoyed of Donnie's and several other members of the band too. But that didn't mean he was going to present as soft in public. That kind of activity was for feminine men and regardless of how he dressed he persona was a bit more hardcore than that. No matter, a slip of the tongue had the man with him claiming there were two girls in Lost Galaxy. "Bruh, you trippin'. Ain't no way you mixed up words like that... must be fuckin' drunk as hell. Or you just let some insider information slip. No worries, secrets like that are safe around here... I ain't got nobody to tell~" Drake claimed, like he was actually snooping. If the man was a normal kind of drunk he'd have the truth soon enough, if he was actuallly just drunk then it wouldn't matter. He was asked about his vibe, what did a paycheck like that do for him? "Let me buy everything I want and go wherever I want. Buy my sister outta that crappy job of hers make her go on tour with me. Keep my people straight. Let me be seen, for real... you know what I mean?" he asked the man knowing that most would understand him. Though in saying such a thing he didn't understand a fundamental difference between himself and the group he was aiming to join.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie was having a better time with every passing moment. As it seemed, that was the case for Queen Mirellia as well. She'd taken a grab, she'd taken a light spank, and she'd now be doing a bit more than just taking the grind. Even if she'd never danced the way common folk did in her life, her body certainly new what to do. Donnie wasn't the only one dirty dancing in that pair, and Mirellia even reached back with one hand landing against his thigh. Donnie was in the middle of performing the hook once more as his hips worked in conjunction with the queen's. This time, words that came with a stammer were skipped by Donnie as he aimed his microphone at the crowd.

"Blame it on the Goose! Gotcha feelin' loose♪
Blame it on the 'Trón! Got you in the zone♪
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪~
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪~
Blame it on the vodka! blame it on the Henny♪
Blame it on the blue tap got you feeling dizzy!♪
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪~
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪~"

"A-a-a-a-a-alcohol!♪" Leon sang along with several others. Donnie's eyes were glued to the queen's body at the time, even as her movements seemed to imply a desire to relocate. Wherever she went, she'd find Donnie right there with her, continuing along. He'd be the one landing on that couch right next to Nikki, a hand fixed to the Queen's hip as if he meant to pull her downward as well.

"Girl, I know you feel good♪~ Just like you look!♪
Couple more shots, you open up like a book♪
I ain't trippin'... 'cause I'ma read ya!♪
Shawty I ain't trippin', I just wanna please ya♪
I'ma take a shot of Nuvo, shawty then you know,
It's going down, we can go and kick it like judo♪~
You know what I me-ean♪
Shawty get drunk, say it all was a dre-eam♪
I'ma make you say 'AH... AH-AH'♪~
Now she got her hand on my leg,
'Bout to take babygirl for a ride♪~
... Gon' get you a riiide♪~
She look me dead in the eye, eye-eye♪~
Then my pants got bigger, she already knew what to figure,
Had her lookin' at her boyfriend like..."

There was a final phrase he felt from that verse, but Donnie wouldn't be the one to sing it. Instead, the lad wore the smuggest expression, leaning his head to the right and tilting the microphone as well. The previous hook served the purpose of getting the audience involved. Now, Donnie intended to truly sell the moment with more involvement, while also aiming to find out what was truly in the queen's mind.

At the same time, Drake's mind was being unraveled by the observations of another. If nothing else, the rapper understood that mention of two girls in Lost Galaxy was more than some drunken mistake. He went on to terribly mask an attempt at digging for information... but was it ever his plan in the beginning? No... but Casper Drake would never know that. "Too clever to make that one work, hm? Well, you'll have a lot of stories to tell soon enough. The number of women in Lost Galaxy won't be one of them. Not for a while, anyway," the man claimed as he sipped whatever vodka Drake had been drinking, seeming both unbothered and unaffected by the straight liquor. "This used to be stronger," he complained aloud without much thought. The casual sipping continued through mention of Drake's intention... until he heard something about the rapper wanting to be seen. He looked up, mildly surprised, but also seeming to have realized something. When the glass was lowered, there was even an amused smile on his face. "To be seen, huh? Nyke ūndegon," he said, whispering in some unknown language at the end. "Yeah... I know exactly what you mean. Casper Kelly Drake. Since you've said that... your future is going to be very bright. Bright and burning... like a star gone supernova."

[Apollymi]

The Queen and Donnie were moving about. She was actually dancing, well... moving her hips against other present hips, which could be considered dancing and could also be considered some kind of clothed sex act. Regardless, the whole of the room and the club was having a good time. Unbeknownst to everyone inside the VIP, drink orders had begun increasing as the song went on. Soone nough though, Nikki and Ronnie were still dancing nad having a good time. Even pausing to give a thumbs up to Leon as he was included in that chorus. So fun was an interactive concert, that everyone present could easily have a good time. By the time, Donnie landed with the Queen in his lap and the song seeming to go somewhere very specific, there was something to be said once more. The Queen wiggled, in her new perch with a hand so firmly gripping her hip. She was far too old to be a lap sitter but... that didn't mean she wouldn't be enjoying herself. That mirocphone moving to the right near Nikki during that part of the song, had her seemingly tuned in enough to hear lyrics. Some propriety could remain for the Queen the Corbyn girls weren't quite so held to the rules, espcially not the National Hunter that was Nikki. "Fuck that nigga♪~" she finished the line. To her credit, the Queen's brows rose but she also gave that knowing nod, as if that about covered how she felt too. Perhaps she and Nikoleta had a bit more in common than she initially gave crdit for. "Still feeling honest I see~ Well a Nation unto herself should say what she feels~" the Queen whispered giving the girl a gentle pat atop her head, like a doting parent. Meanwhile, Ronnie was barely able to keep a laugh to herself, that was far too easy, and they didn't even have to care what was going on with Drake.

Speaing of Drake... he was outside, being analyzed in a way he didn't ahve the faculties to properly realize. No, and he felt like he was receiving compliments, probably because he took words at face value, "Yeah, you know you're the only one who gets it. I'm not booksmart like that, but I know a lil' something. I guess I don't have to know about other new Lost Galaxy members..." he said confidently puffing out his chest. While the man drank and commented on the strength, "Bruh, you might have already done too much. You're drinking straight out here... doesn't that hurt your guts?" he pointed out casually. By the time Casper Drake had given too much informaiton to hold, this one seemed to know him well enough to know about his middle name. "Dude you have to be one of the most relaxed fans to know that kinda thing. Definitely a star though," he said. His lips so busy moving he'd not caught any of what was taking palce in that VIP special room. No... he'd not even heard his own girlfriend's voice... perhaps that was another such difference. No matter, someone else finally saw and believed in him and he could do that sort of thing.

[Bloodedge]

The queen's age was far from a question in Donnie's mind. He wasn't positioning himself for the sake of having her sit in his lap; he was positioning himself to feel her moving in his lap, while he kept up those grinding motions and... apparently suffered his pants getting bigger. There were many avenues to explore. Oddly enough, he'd brought himself back to Nikki toward the end. She, too, was a prime target for the song in his soul currently, so she was the perfect one to complete verse three with flair. As she sang a line into the microphone, Donnie's tongue protruded again ─ a gesture that seemed to mock people who weren't even around to see him. Only a moment later, his hand shifted from the queen's hip to the back of her corset. Donnie grabbed on to a pretend riding horn, bucking hips and all as he carried on.

"Ayy, C'mon y'all!
Blame it on the juice♪ Gotcha feelin' loose♪
Blame it on the 'Trón♪ Got you in the zone♪
Blame it on the...♪
Blame it on the...♪
Blame it on the vodka♪ blame it on the Henny♪
Blame it on the blue tap got you feeling dizzy♪
Blame it on the...♪
Blame it on the...♪"

Donnie was right back to holding his microphone outward for specific moments in the chorus, all while he rose into a standing position against Mirellia's backside. Why he was so content to dry-hump the Queen of England, Donnie didn't know. Too keen indeed, perhaps... but he was actively pressing that hand against her lower back as though coaxing a bend into her back. In the meantime, Drake gave a response that seemed to assume he'd become a member of Lost Galaxy. "You're right. There's only one upcoming member you should be concerned about," the black-haired man said as a sheer matter of fact. When asked about the drink hurting his guts, he looked down into a tumbler that barely had vodka left in it, feeling nothing at all for the drink. His response was a little solemn. "No. Nothing does anymore. I could drink out of the Holy Grail and not feel a burn..." he shared regretfully. "But that's not important. Your moment is coming. You should prepare for it. Make sure you bring your best ─ nothing less. Give me your phone."

[Apollymi]

Mirellia Q. Melromarc, was a young woman of 36, she'd been married since she was 18 years old and to a man some 16 years her senior. Her enjoyment of carnal pleasures was severely limited but that didn't mean her body and soul didn't know how to react. She moved to the beat, grinding in Donnie's lap, apparently set up for a ride the likes of which she'd not had in probably the better part of a decade. No matter... she was also amused by the words spoken by Nikki, perhaps they had quite a bit in common in their lives before meeting Donovan King. So the Queen went along with the party atmosphere, shifting with the motions feeling the lad standing her up and grinding against her backside, while they all sang about the alcohol which was causing so many problems for all of them. "This might be your best birthday yet!~" Ronnie commented on Nikki's day. Actually watching the Queen of England get down like she was a party girl in college might have been the highlight of a life time. The whole of the VIP was singing about alcohol and everyone was making merrying. Nikki even saw another of those mocking tongue outs and joined him in the motion seemingly amused. "Always wanted to do that~" she said teasingly.

Meanwhile, Drake was digging himself into a special kind of problem that he wouldn't even know existed. He was being told there was only one future member of Lost Galaxy he needed to look out for, and given his self-centered world he assumed that was a message to look out for himself. "For sure, for sure... wouldn't want to lost track of what's important~" he said lightly while chatting with someone he assumed was for his benefit. Moreover he was talking to a man who could apparently drink out of a holy grail and not feel anything. He thought that might have been some hint at his abilities and Drake managed to look shocked. "Bruh, you one of those freaky body changed types? Like you awakened with immunities or something... that's crazy~" he said in the cursory way that one acknowledged the suffering of others. Apparnetly, his moment was coming and he should bring his best... Drake could do that. He wouldn't squander something good. Beyond that he was asked to hand over his phone which he did with the screen unlocked assuming he'd be getting an in or something like that... "Don't worry 'bout me. I got it," he commented like he was used to how these things went. He'd already memorized the lines. He just had to deliver them at the right moment... all would be well.

[Bloodedge]

The life of Donovan King was... strange. If one were to take him out of this moment, out of this day, and explain recent events... he probably wouldn't believe it all happened to him. The Queen of England was reciprocating an amount of dry-humping that went well beyond the horny behavior of teens and such. Even Leon watched and wondered if they would have to be separated like a pair of dogs. Well... no one was going to stop it, apparently. All would be well.

"Now to the ballers poppin' bottles with they Henny in they cups,
Screamin', 'Money ain't a thang', if it ain't, throw it up,
In the skyyyy♪~
And hold your drinks up hiiiigh♪~
And to my independent mamas who can buy they own bottles,
If you lookin' like a model, when them broke fellas holla,
Tell 'em, 'Byyyye'♪~
And hold your drinks up hii-i-iigh♪~

You can blame it on the Goose! Gotcha feelin' loose♪
Blame it on the 'Trón! Got you in the zone♪
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪
Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the Henny♪
Blame it on the blue tap got you feeling dizzy♪
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪~"

That final chorus wound down as Donnie kept himself in the closest proximity with Mirellia. Grinding wasn't enough, apparently. Donnie's free hand was rubbing around her hip to her pelvic bone, adding more to the simulation of a sexual experience ─ as though the hefty erection rubbing against Mirellia's rear and the back of her thigh wasn't enough already. In the end, he even leaned over the woman's shoulder with that free hand settled around her midriff. The microphone pulled away from his lips so he could speak more directly, more privately even. "How ya' feelin' now?"

As expected, Drake thought the upcoming Lost Galaxy artist that man spoke of was him. It didn't matter. If that was his thought process, Drake's damnation was his own fault. Opportunities were being given, even though the stranger entered the scene knowing how things would go. A little chat about alcohol resistances had Drake believing he'd found someone who underwent body changes during awakening. That was a reasonable assumption for someone to make in this world, so he wouldn't be dissuaded from thinking that way. "Just consider yourself lucky. It's very easy to take things for granted," he preached lightly. Soon enough, Drake was handing over his unlocked phone... to a total stranger. The man held that device and materialized a microphone earpiece ─ one that would presumably be linked to an app. Before any of that, however... he did have Casper Drake's phone in hand. "Got anything good in here? I know you and Nikoleta have been a thing for some time. You'd be crazy not to have some pictures, or even videos of her~" he said in a leading manner.

[Apollymi]

No one's life today was going in a way that could be called normal. The Queen of England was dancing in a club that would have been frowned upon by every single member of the last three generations of royals. Never mind the fact that she was a married woman among all the other aspects of this day... but here she was, reciprocating moving. A boy's arm eventually latched around her midsection pressing so gently into her pelvis that she could feel tingles spreading through her loins. If it was Donnie's desire to loosen her up, he'd accomplished that and a bit more. By the time the song was winding down and he'd moved that microphone, the Queen was a bit winded, red-faced and her entire body and posture had relaxed well beyond 'acceptable' amounts by the royal standard. By the time Donnie was asking the Queen how she was feeling, she sighed, "What a cheeky thing you are, asking me something like that, after what you've done," she spoke softly but firmly as she straightened up against him and smiled. Every rule of etiquette broken in a singular song span but she didn't regret anything and felt properly free for the first time since she was a teenager. "I don't get asked a lot of questions,, I feel free~ It's quite nice, really." she said with her own form of that high society accent.

At the same time, Drake was outside talking to what he assumed was a middle man for the group known as Lost Galaxy. This kind of networking was always necessary, but still he wished it'd been a girl sent to talk to him instead. It would have been much easier for him that way. Oh well... it seemed like hw wasn't having too many problems talking to this man today, "I guess the grass ain't always greener," Drake mentioned with a half-shrug. An immunity to drugs and alcohol was one of those things that seemed good in theory but was also terrible if it really happened. Ah but what of the last statements and whatever was begin given? Well, that was all not too bad. The black haired man was apparently curious about any images or videos of Nikoleta to be found in his possession. "Nik? Yeah, you know how it is... you ever do the long distance thing sometimes that stuff is all that'll get you by," he said a smug little grin coming to his face. Drake figured it wouldn't really matter, Nikki had her whole design thing going but there wasn't anything to be ashamed of among his collection. Besides, if the young woman was willing to twerk on King Don for Drake to get into Lost Galaxy, why did it matter if some guy from Lost Galaxy got to see a few pictures. "I only got one video though, she's real uptight about all that, good girls are always shy on camera~" Drake claimed giving the man a little wink and encouraging him to finish his look. Drake was so unorganized that the pictures in his phone weren't in any particular order. They also didn't just feature Nikoleta but a bunch of random images he'd snapped of other women who were good looking by human standards but not in the same tier. They were even in between images of Nikoleta a pure timeline of encounters that could be considered infidelities. Skinny blonds, brunettes, a couple of bottle redheads and the like. Images that included, networking and images of women with Drake's lipstick against their faces and necks etc. The key piece, a sex tape, of Nikki and Drake, taken with shaky hands, bad angles and eventually the girl herself on top of the man bouncing until her heart was content. She was obviously having a good time in control like that and Drake was obviously quite proud of that one. It was the moment he knew she was locked in for him, when she went crazy like that. He'd probably be getting something similar of that tonight after his proposal... yeah, he could see it now. and even then thinking about it, he felt the need to rub a hand down his right thigh and smooth out his pants leg getting a bit of light sensation against his cock which also leaned to that side.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie was quite the audacious thing. He had no problem coming onto the queen and checking her feelings about it. As fate would have it, she expressed a sense of freedom and enjoyment. Still pressed against her backside, he kept the topic going. "Good shit. Felt like you wanted to really get down back there. I'm all for it; just sayin'. Rock wit' me," he commented. Soon enough, Donnie was falling back onto the couch beside Nikki... with Leon inserting some choice commentary from the sidelines. "Right show, mate! I got the whole thing on recordin' if... you..." Why was Leon slowing to a pause? Well, he looked at that ongoing 'recording' of his and saw something strange: comments from his followers list. "Oh, sod. I went and streamed it all, didn't I?" What a blunder. Of course, Donnie was unconcerned as ever, reaching out to grab at whatever glass he could find. "Damn bruh. You cut off. Who got an open bottle? I want another sip of somethin'."

At the same time, Drake's companion for the moment was holding the pink-haired man's phone with every intention of going through his gallery. Drake spoke of long-distance relationships and their associated struggle, which he actually understood... better than Casper Drake ever would. "Oh I know. Farther and longer than you would ever believe," he said, being a man who'd been entire realities away from his partner for thousands, millions, even billions of years. None of that needed saying, but it seemed Drake wouldn't stop him from perusing the gallery in that phone. He flipped through numerous images, finding several that were of no consequence to him. Beyond that, however, there were several shots of Nikoleta peppered in. He didn't find a single selfie in anything less than lingerie or something of the sort, but there were some interesting nudes that were obviously taken from the phone itself. 'Damn. I should go hopping again and see if I can snag her early,' the man thought. By the time he reached a rather terrible sex tape, there was another comment to make. "You call her a good girl, but is she really? Well... I guess I don't see her spreading it open or making her ass clap in any of these. Bet you passed out after that ride, though," he presumed. "I've been looking for my girl, too. I can't tell if she's around here right now. It'd be nice if she would send me something," he said with a voice that almost seemed to echo, as if he were speaking beyond this reality. Ah, but surely something like that wasn't possible.

[Apollymi]

Donnie and the Queen had their dance and song come to an end. There was as certain pleasantry to the contact that the Queen could see herself seeking at some other point in time. One with fewer eyes and less restrictions. And much to her surprise, the lad himself had such a thought process to offer, he was into it, he claimed. That was good to know... perhaps she'd call upon him to handle a problem she'd ben dealing with for the better part of a year. "That's good to know," The Queen said with a small upturn of her lips. Whether he'd properly read her intentions or not did not matter, she knew her plan for the future. At the same time, Donnie was soon crashing back into the couch with a flop, and Ronnie had moved a bit further down the couch leaving space on the other side of Donnie for the Queen to take a seat. Donnie, right beside Nikki again a grin on her face as she looked at him. "Really good show~" she said leaning in just a bit. She ahd something to say, aside from Leon's own observations until that man claimed he'd streamed the whole o fthis day. Donnie's reaction was among the funniest. Ronnie simply shook her head, "I knew everything was going too well~" she said as if she always expected to have an incident. At the same time even the Queen looked at Leon with amused disappointment. "You're a PR liability, Dandeleon," she pointed out. Well, the Queen would likely be the one dealing with it. As Donnie asked for another drink, that Chiori slipped over the back of the couch passing Nikki a bottle, more than willing to stay out of the line of sight of any camera, a half-drank bottle of cognac ready to be poured from. "Apparently I got one mate," Nikki said leaning forward with way more concentration than normal to fill up his glass. Once that was done she was leaning back into him, one hand on this thigh a gentle bite of her bottom lip as if she had something to say only for his ears. "I know you, wanted me to keep you updated on how I felt. I really want you... it's starting to lean more into the need direction~" she whispered in his ear. Her birhtday be damned she was ready, with that burning little itch in her loins from her earlier denial.

Meanwhile, Drake was busy learning that he wasn't the only one dealing with a long distance relationship. As she showed that guy his phone it seemed he too knew what it was to have a woman he was with be far from his reach. Actually he sounded terrible about it, "I mean no need to simp or anything. Baddies live everywhere, right?" he said with a firmness as if sharing his own kind of life advice. As the othe rman looked through his photos, he had something to say, about the good girl Nikoleta. No ass shaking, no clapping or anything, "Not even gone lie, Nik had me with that one. I only passed out because she'd been holding out on me for ages. Excitement got me~" he claimed. "And that's why she good. You see her out in public being all extra decent, she don't like being on camera or none like that. You odn't have to worry about her. She even understands the whole business thing, doesn't get upset knowing I might need to network, with a girl or five between our meet ups... she just stay in her city waiting on me to come through. We go out, we hang out, get hotels and cozy up, it's great~" Drake explained the situation and it was almost toxic. As for the man and his echoed request, his phone would buzz, not once, not twice but thrice. The first image to come in, was a girl with an athletic build, dark purple hair and bright eyes. She was dressed in a flowy type of thing, that looked like the chic version of rags, and she was posing, pulling her top down to reveal a slip of nipple, obviously in a club style setting. The next one to come in, was a girl with lighter hair, almost sliver, in a black kimono, also outside near some torii gates eyes almost glowing as the moon hit skin and the kimono was falling away from an over the shoulder look, with her hand up in front of her face, tongue extended and three fingers creating a ring around her mouth. The last was a blonde woman with short hair and pale green eyes. She seemed to be in a giant public bath, steamy water, and a only a small square of a towel covering her bit but also leaked in and outlining her entire body with her hands up in a cup her tongue also extended and a seemingly innocent look on her face.

[Bloodedge]

Once they were seated again, Donnie went looking for another drink. He did get it, but not from the one carrying the bottle. Donnie considered that rather strange, as he was completely aware of Chiori's presence. Oh well; some people liked their solitude. Every party had to have that one person sticking around for the vibes, but not necessarily the socialization. "Preesh, ma," he said to Chiori in passing, even though they made no eye contact. That one was a little confusing... mostly because Donnie already liked her without so much as a single conversation happening between them. While Nikki was filling the lad's glass, Leon was turning off his phone in a state of embarrassment. "I goofed. Sorry Don. Majesty," he said. Donnie merely waved off the apology, focusing more on what Nikki had to say upon leaning in. That 'want' they spoke of earlier was evolving over time, encroaching upon 'need' territory according to her. "You got me, Mami. I'm already fiendin'. Just say word," he assured.

Drake asserted that there was no need to... simp, as there were 'baddies' everywhere. The poor ignoramus didn't even know how right and wrong he was all at once. "That's true... but it's not that simple. Vibes and such," he said simply while continuing to scan Drake's gallery. Drake's pitiful excuse for passing out after a night with Nikoleta was completely ignored; it wasn't worth the man's time to have that conversation. As for her dislike of being on camera... that was undoubtedly false. In fact, the man being spoken to had an entire folder in his phone from a single meeting with the woman ─ one that wouldn't fit on one device in this world. Two of those images alone would have put Drake's entire collection to shame. "Mm. Shame you didn't get the twerking. She's got the kind of ass that'd make you understand exactly why she wears the bunny ears. Full bunny suit, glass of champagne, anal plug tail... and a toe ring," he rambled, not in observation of any images, but in relation to what he was imagining at the time. Meanwhile, his phone vibrated thrice. Keeping it out of Drake's direct sight line, he saw messages from three different women after that request beyond this world. His eyes widened. Was his control of that vocal power still so unrefined? "Shit," he muttered. 'How many people heard that? I need to work on the sound thing... or... maybe not?'

[Apollymi]

Chiori was definitely the type of young woman who hung out in certain rooms for vibes alone. She liked it within this space, the people in it trustworthy and her own comfort not being called into question. Nikki had a unique way of doing that sort of thing and she couldn't say she disliked Donnie either, especially not when he thanked her directly, even though she didn't hang around to take credit, "Dōitashimashite," her tongue slipped back into her native one, but a few in his group were native to her homeland, that one shouldn't have been too much. Beyond that point, Leon was apologizing to both the Queen and Donnie and while the latter waved him off, Mirellia simply smiled it off with a little quip. "Well, youthful exuberance comes with a few risks. Perhaps the next time you're intoxicated you should leave the recording of memories to someone else~" Mirellia said in a lightly teasing tone to point out exactly what she knew to be true of the group. Meanwhile, Nikki was expressing her desires in a way that couldn't be denied. Donnie for his part in it had a most tantalizing thing to say in return. "King Don, is fiending, for me? Happy fucking birthday!~" she said to herself pleased beyond all reason about the way events were turning out. As the moment neared several other preparations were taking place. Unknown to her, the club itself was preparing a birthday cake and celebratory champagne for the big moment.

Drake saw in this man with him, something of a kindred spirit. There were baddies everywhere but he was right, there was nothing quite like a good vibe. "I mean yeah, but holding over until you get home helps," he asserted firmly. He understood a good vibe was worth it, but somethings you needed something just because. At least he seemed to appreciate the girl quite a lot, but Drake was hearing his imagination and liking the idea of it... "That doesn't sound like a bad idea. Might have to find a tail. Can't say the toe ring would make much of a difference though..." Drake said giving consideration to the over all look. Speaking of that overall look, another image would be going to that black haired young man's phone. Of Nikoleta, nott he one in the VIP but a different one, long purple hair, bunny ears, a tail-butt plug and a toe ring on her left middle toe. She was balanced on one foot to show everything off in a mirror, knees bent and a peace sign up in one hand and her phone reflecting in the other. Ah, but that one wasn't the only one... The next one coming in would be of a blonde in a different kind of bunny suit, mostly covered but with several cuts delivered to it to flash skin all over the place. A long haired platinum blonde woman with electric blue eyes was to follow in a stringy black dress the picture taking as an upskirt to blue bottomed heels, electric blue lace thong and a domineering and bored face. Obviously there would be quite a few of those images coming in to the man. "What's up man? You forget something or fuck something up?" Drake couldn't help but wonder, the man was definitely on something interesting but he wouldn't be anything but pleased given the connection he was obviously helping Drake establish.