<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Nikki and Donnie's dance wasn't something meant for public consumption. Even so, Nikki didn't have the presence of mind to stop her forward progress and Donnie wasn't stopping her either. That combination of things, had it so that she was moving her ass, unzipping pants balancing while being bent forward. She was experiencing ass grabbing and molestation and loving every minute of it. By the time Donnie was talking to her, she was more than ready for it, and was being given something closer to verbal consent. "Don't start with me, mate. I'll unwrap you right here!~" she said and preceded to continue with. So easily did her finger slip over a button, so lightly did a caress of a zipper happen only for everything to stop, after a few moments.

Before Nikki noticed, others did, the dancing which had been sensual alive and pulsing around the pair, stilled to only movements to the beat, as it became obvious that whatever was being said didn't fit into the narrative of the rest of the song. Nikki's hips came to a halt, if her heart beat was being heard, it skipped if only because her mood shifted. In an instant, "Bloody hell, did he show up just to cock block me and ruin my birthday..." she uttered exasperated. "Working with a desert now... can't go not presenting my best," she muttered as the words Drake sang became more obviously unfit for consumption. She'd move then, smoothing her dress down and turning around to dance with Donnie front to front. She'd take that coverage to redo his belt and zipper while Drake made his way though his verse and finally opened his eyes as he made it to the halfway point and was fairly certain he could finish it up wihtout a problem. Everyone's mood shifted, and Ronnie thought very long and very hard about tripping him as he walked past, but withheld not to make things more difficult from Nikki, Behind him she raised a brow and her sister, looked at her confused. Just as Ronnie thought he wasn't on the guest list. Meanwhile the man outside the VIP was demanding a video call, after it was read, the girl in the message looked back over her own hips and as she pressed the button, still holding that phone in her hand. Whenever it connected she had something to say, "Daddy, you're the one who tells me not to tell you stuff. You can't agress me for following instructions, I'll cum♪~" the girl sang without even bothering with a greeting obviously still being reamed from behind.

[Bloodedge]

Nikki delivered the musician a threat to unwrap him on the spot. Interestingly enough, she was already in the process of doing so when the words were spoken. "Ay, do what you gotta do. It's your party~" Donnie urged. Clearly it didn't matter to either participant that they were in a nightclub where anyone else in the room could see them. Well, it was a list of Nikki's accepted individuals after all. For Donnie, it wouldn't exactly be his first time in a public venue. So, down went his zipper by Nikki's own hand... until the voice of Drake in the speakers registered to Nikki. Donnie halted simply because she did, being otherwise well beyond the point of caring about any arrivals. Currently, he wouldn't have thought twice against taking a deep, raw dive into Nikki with Drake standing right there watching. That wouldn't have been a first either. Alas, Drake's arrival was apparently enough to ruin Nikki's libido... as well as the song Donnie had been making. She didn't want to present anything short of her best. That much was understandable, but what was Drake even doing here? "... Aight, that's cool. But what the fuck he doin' with that weak ass robot voice on my track?" Donnie wondered, seeming legitimately infuriated just under the surface of his demeanor. While that pair got themselves together and faced each other, Leon was aiming to embrace Celeste from behind, having a more outward-facing fury. "Aw sod, it's bloody Drake innit?! Who let 'im in here?"

Meanwhile, a text that began with an image and a notice was turning into a video call. Others around the black-haired man were incapable of seeing his phone screen or hearing what came through its speaker, so he had no concerns of... ripping a hole in the space-time continuum. According to the girl on screen, he was the one who told her not to inform him of things. The man scoffed. "I can aggress you for whatever the fuck I want! It better not be me back there!" he snapped. Ah, but he certainly wasn't the one behind her ─ that was someone else entirely. What they'd both find, however, was that the eclectic lass was also being actively sprayed with a massive surge of cinnamon sugar-flavored spunk from her fore. "Not right... but not totally wrong. Drinky drinky bitch~" that one said. "Oh goddamnit, there isn't even gonna be room by the time I get there! Well... this me, anyway."

[Apollymi]

This was Nikki's party.One where she'd invited only the best people of her life to attend, so she could have, and would have under normal circumstances carried on, "You're right about that mate, gotta make it one to remember~" she thought with a cheeky smirk on her face, only for everything to come crashing down with the entrance of a person uninvited. Actually, in a moment like this, Nikki realized she'd not invited this man at all, and it'd been more of an oversight and conscious maliciousness. She wasn't the type to present King Don with anything less than her absolute best and her undivided attention and as such she reluctantly decided to put them on hold again. As for Donnie's question... she looked at him with just as much aghast confusion. "I really don't know mate... I definitely didn't invite him, which I realize wasn't nearly as malicious as I would have liked it to be," Nikki pointed out. "What are these lines though?" she questioned quietly. Drake was a musician with a few catchy songs as far as Nikki was concerned but he was far from her favorite artist. Nikki wasn't the only one either, Leon had been dancing with Celeste and identified the man, Celeste was here for the show, but that didn't mean she appreciated a man obviously getting in the way of some active art in the making. "Le musicien de merde au goût de pacotille," much like an earlier showing of Max, Celeste found herself slipping into her mother tongue for the sake of insulting a man. The Queen of England for her part in this seemed to straighten up quite a bit, leaning into Ronnie, "If I'm reading the room right this is a party crasher?" she wondered with almost comical tmining. "Definitely that your Majesty. Where did he even get those lines? Like it sounds like he's encouraging her to run off without him," Ronnie rolled her eyes but, she wouldn't make a scene at her sister's birthday, not until the girl herself was ready to do so.

Meanwhile, the text message which became a video phone call, became something very intense. Whoever the black haired man was talking to, their relationship would have seemed toxic if any had been capable of overhearing it. But much to the happiness of the kind of relationships managed over space and time, this was just a conversation for involved parties, "You can aggress me over anything, but preferrably not over things you decided yourself... that's just unfair... also you arne't behind me~" she pointed out with a little chirp, even as her hips were moving of their own accord over whatever she was bent over, a little bounce making her ass ripple over the back of her own head. Soon after there was quiet, if it could be called such, as a squeal of happiness and a spray of bodily fluids gave way to the sound of wet swallowing and melodic humming. "YES, DADDY♪~" was the song, given to the universe as she drank what spilled and licked her face where she could reach, she'd probably soon be pulling said fluid directly into her own mouth making one wonder how she was even holding her phone. "I always make room for you, just don't take too long or it won't be the kind of space you want, unless you're planning to clear the board♪~" she teased as her eyes traveled directly to his face and her mouth opened to show a tongue clean and clear with golden eyes and white pupils, framed by purple hairs and a blush more intense than should have been allowed to exist on a humanoid form.

[Bloodedge]

Interruptions were mostly fine with Donnie, but this one had some extra annoyances. Drake was already someone he didn't much care for one way or another, but he really detested the use of autotuned vocals in one of his songs. He could hear the terrible singing through the machinery, which only made it worse overall. Perhaps the worst of it all, however, was the message Drake delivered. As his verse reached its end, Donnie heard those words as ones applying... not to Drake, but to his own situation. He could have used those words on Nikki. Did Drake know? Obviously not. At the same time, Leon was hearing some unknown French phrase from Celeste, effectively changing his mentality within moments. "Not a clue what any of that was, but bloody hell you can say it again!" he stated firmly. Like many others, Leon realized he had a thing for French. Whatever the case, Donnie wasn't one to leave a song empty. When Drake finished his pointless interruption of a verse, Donnie picked up where he left off, now grinding against Nikki from the front instead. Other issues could be dealt with later.

"GIRL, WHEN I GET YOU TO THE CRIB!♪~
Girl you know we gon' go!♪ Upstairs to the bed♪~
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
Girl, when I pull back them sheets, WOA-HOAH!♪~
And you climb on top of me♪~
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
You gon' think I invented sex♪
You gon' think I invented sex♪
You gon' think I invented sex♪"

In the end, Donnie pulled away to take an open space on the floor. That chorus was the last, but he could feel a decent outro combining with his desire to escape whatever the hell was going on now. If only he could... but it was Nikki's birthday, and he wouldn't ruin that by using anything more than a reference.

"Now who's coming home with me?♪
Tell me who's coming with me?♪
I wanna know... who's coming home with?♪
Tell me who's coming with me?♪
Is it you? Is it you? Is it you? Is it you?♪
Is it you? Is it you? Is it YOU?♪~"

Donnie asked around while pointing at Nikki, then Mirellia... then Ronnie, Celeste, Chiori, then the group as a whole... then Nikki twice more when a bit more emphasis was provided. All the while, that man now standing just outside the room's entrance was rolling his eyes and mockingly lip syncing to spite the woman he spoke with... until she was sprayed by a familiar torrent of semen. "Right, not behind. Guess I lost again. What are the splits? When even are you?" he asked ─ a strange query that only worked for time-travelers and the like. "I think I need to stick around to make a thing happen... and maybe get Nikki her first toe ring ─ depending on how things go in this timeline. Obviously I'll still make it on time at least once. Are you hiding out in this one somewhere? My feeling is weird. I have to... listen for everything important now."

[Apollymi]

Nikki and Donnie both seemed to understand that a drastic turn had been taken in this song. Drake's verse usage, didn't fit with any message he would have wanted to put into words, not when they didn't apply to him. The use of autotune, Nikki seemed to be a lot like how designers considered knock offs. She'd have to remember to ask him about that. Beyond such a thing, as the show was about to swing back to Donnie, Nikki began dancing with him once again... it wasn't less free but it had obviously lost the pure vigor of the earlier almost public fornication. All the while, Celeste was having an interesting time, Leon, found her words astonishing even without knowing what they meant, "Normally hearing me swear in French takes way more work~" she flirted casually, seeming to abandon a bad mood in exchange for something more reasonable. Just the same, Donnie picked back up the crowd began to move and shuffle again, seemingly having quite a good time. First Nikki and Donnie were grinding face to face, Nikki not bothering to put extra space between them even wrapping her arms around him for a bit. Leaving them to look like they were... humping on stage in a rather intimate way. By the time he pulled away, and began the finale, he was pointing out women, all were raising their hands, and there was a consensus about mostly ignoring Drake. He would have expected to receive at least partial attention and that of his girlfriend, but he was left to one side of the stage while the others shifted and congregated around Donnie and Nikki until the end. 'No way, obviously it was part of the show, it would have been me there if I hadn't been late,' Drake said mentally trying to give himself more credit. 'Still that is like the greatest rapper, getting all the bitches involved in a song, it's so hype to be part of it!' Drake thought, seemingly just as much of a fan in his head, as Nikki and Leon, but with way less ability to show it. "Great show!~" the Queen said as she casually excused herself from the stage at the end, casting a side eye at Drake as he made his approach. "You're coming home with me, not really a question~" Nikki flirted playfully, but with a certain resting intensity which made the other women hold up their hands in mock surrender.

At the same time, outside of the VIP was a man talking on the phone with a girl very obviously getting reamed from both ends. General questions were presented with no real oddities in the cconversation even as a load of spunk was sprayed in her face and she paused her explanation to snake for a moment. "A few, current splits is 3-2. Wise is behind me. Best of 7 or 9, I forget♪~ As for when, it hurts to think about, I'll ping you♪~ And fuck your life up, since you wanna make faces at me♪~" the young woman said without thinking about it. Whatever the case, he was seemingly busy where he was... claiming a laundry list of things to do, and wondering if the girl was hiding out. "Nikki doesn't have toe rings yet? You have to be somewhere super early or really fucked up~" the young woman said, her voice sticking with each push into her core. No matter, "I'm probably there, it's likely why I heard it twice. Having to adjust to a new sense is pretty weird, especially for someone like you who'd perfected one of the other wave based senses. Unheard things are just as important," she pointed out while elvish pointed ears twitched as she moved her hips.

[Bloodedge]

According to Celeste, a bit more work was normally required for her to swear in French. Leon's mouth was still agape, his head seeming almost empty as he nodded. She was flirting, but he wasn't exactly picking up on it. "Wish I knew what kind of work that'd take," he said earnestly. At the same time, Donnie's song reached its end with every woman in the room raising their hands in offer. He truly was in his element... but he was also at Nikki's mercy with a single claim of his attention. "Hey, I ain't askin' questions except when and where~" he flirted. They were still so very close, pressed against each other at the fore. Though they weren't up to the same raunchy behavior as earlier, he still had a hand casually squeezing her hip.

Upon asking about splits, the black-haired man received an answer that didn't connect to his actual meaning. "No, not for the match. What are the ownership splits?" he clarified. Now that he knew who was behind her, he had some assumptions about where she was... and who was holding the camera and aiming his future self's spunk at the girl. "Belle, you could've told me," he said nonchalantly. An open ear was kept as he wondered about another version of the lass being in this timeline. Still needing to focus on sounds, he wasn't able to find her with the normal ease. Ah, but a hint was what he needed. Unheard things were just as important as the heard. With that in mind, he focused a little harder, only to seem annoyed. "Goddamnit! It's fucking annoying because there are two of you right here! I think this Chio is the one that belongs. Anyway, if it helps... Nikki's got no toe ring because I'm uhh... in one of our OTP timelines. One where we got the System early, and she's still with that pink worm guy. I just had a conversation with him, where he was trying to pretend he didn't care about feet. Nikki's feet! Crazy, right?"

[Apollymi]

Celeste had been a normal amount of flirty. She'd been the oldest person in this room until the Queen arrived and still there wasn't a huge gab between them. Still, she'd not expected her point to miss the mark so readily. Confusion spread acorss her face, "Really?" she asked with pure curoisty. "Wait wait, I got this one, Cele, luv, quick chinwag~" Ronnie said slipping up behind the other woman and giving her a gentle nudge. She got close to her ear and began speaking in hushed tones. "He's a total sweetheart, a pile of rocks. You can't flirt with him. Great bloke my cousin but be direct or you'll just end up with him actually tucking you into bed at the end of the night~" Ronnie offered with a casual chuckle. "Oui... that helps. Also I plan to get out of here pretty soon, I'm just waiting to confirm. I don't have words for it, un sacré bordel" Celeste said, a different kind of smile spreading across her face. She actually quite enjoyed those without complicated motivations for the sheer physicality of the activity they could provide. At the same time, Donnie and Nikki were still in less than appropriate amounts of contact with each other. Another small threat and another bit of open acceptance. "Watch out, mate~ You're giving yourself away~" Nikki said as if amused. Somoene who wasn't really amused was Drake who saw the remaining closeness and took a few seconds to try and rationalize it. Living in the moment of the flex, of having a bunch of women call out about going home with him, must have been an every day occurance. Actually, as Drake looked around this room contained nothing but certified beauties. Perhaps he should have been more active about being introduced to Nikki's 'friends' . No matter, "Bruh, that song was amazing. I was shocked, you actually be making up songs on the spot. I wouldn't know how to do something like that Like how do you even know what words to use?!" it seemed that Drake was as exciteable as any other fan meeting somoene they idolized. "And damn Nik, you didn't have to try so hard to put me on. I got it, as you can see~" he said arms open as if here for a hug and inspection.

At the same time, the man outside of the door was having numbers called for him but not the ones he was looking for. He didn't need match numbers, he wanted to know who wonded what. That was technically a dangerous question... the young woman on the table, gave it a bit of thought, "Oh, still a bit of a loaded question but, standards? Daddy owns mouth and Hands. Wise has the lower half, feet, pussy and ass♪~" the young woman said. A standard five was the game as it was established, but such a thing had grown and changed with their degeneracy, it was always hard to tell... who knew what and how far along they were, so generally she avoided too many descriptions.. As for the name called out, a blue haired lass with bright green eyes moved herself into frame too. "Not my fault, you told me not to say anything if you didn't mention it~" Belle asserted with the girl on the table nodding her agreement. As their conversation progressed, the black haired man tried and failed to locate the other her, he was looking for. "Chich, is usually herself, unless I've overstimmed, like multi-decade overstimmed," the girl said her hips shaking and moving again and again. "Oh, one of those, that guy si pretending to not be in a feet, that's way softer than things he's actually into at a time where it's actually weird... I actually hate that guy," she said aloud then she began to think about the information he gave. "If it's one of our OTPs though... I'm probably trying to make sure I don't run into myself and that I don't accidentally interfere. So, unrecognizable to a younger me and to a younger you. Does that mean I'm Ally? I'd probably be laying low where her name wouldn't be weird," she pointed out. "Listen for a sound like waves crashing against the shores, a deeper pitch, with a slight ring at the end. Texture and pitch would help hide me from my younger selves and everyone else." she said. "That would probably be a me... hiding out, unrecognizable to little me," she offered that and wondered if it would actually help.

[Bloodedge]

While Celeste was pulled away from Leon for some sort of chat, Drake was making an apparent attempt to pull Nikki's attention. Well... it seemed he was equally vying for Donnie's attention, going on about impromptu song creation and asking how he even knew what words to use. Donnie seemed a little confused by the question. Still holding Nikki by the hip, he raised his microphone hand and scratched his temple with a finger. "'Preciate it man, but it ain't that deep. I go with whatever I'm feelin'. Either the words come with it from what I already know, or I hit the dictionary until the right words come together for somethin'. That's about it, bro," he said. "But hey man, who tapped you in? I don't really fuck with the autotune vibes. You got the right voice for a rapper; you don't need to try singin' with that kind of thing. It don't hit like that."

Meanwhile, the right specifics were given about the 'splits' requested. Mouth and hands were his claim, while the man named Wise had claim of the entire lower half. How annoying. The black-haired one scoffed yet again. "Bitch. Wait, who's got tits then? And are we on armpits yet?" he wondered. His attitude was mostly tempered, until... the one called Belle showed herself with a statement about his ordered silence. What kind of dumb restriction was that?! "Fucking stupid! Who told you to listen to me?! Dickhead future self must've been choking on his own dick to give me that kind of bullshit!" he complained only to hear his own laughter from the other end. There was even a hand reaching for Belle's head, as that same 'future self' slid two enormous cocks into view. An attempt to ignore that was made in favor of finding the details of this timeline. "Alright... annoyances aside, I think everybody hates that guy. I had a look at his phone. But anyway, Ally? Agy? Give me a sec." For a few moments thereafter, he was attempting to focus on the mentioned sound. What she spoke of was quite separated from her norm, but... it was absolutely in this world presently. Thirteen seconds, and there it was. "There you are. That's about... Italy? Bulgaria? No... I guess it's Greece, huh? You freaky slut~"

[Apollymi]

Celeste and Ronnie had a strange conversation, this time Celeste said something that Ronnie wasn't quite familiar with, "What you know something we don't know?" she asked quietly. "He was in my shop earlier... bought a watch for himself off rack and something else," that was all that was said, but the conclusions Ronnie drew made her eyes go wide. He couldn't be planning something like that when King Don was in the building. That was just stupid. And surely he wouldn't try and use a party Nikki curated herself to celebrate her birthday and the end of a proper fashion week showcase, right? No one was that selfish, right? "I hope it's not what I think, Nik's a lot of things, but forgiving isn't one of them..." Ronnie muttered before sending Celeste back to Leon. "Enjoy the fireworks I guess~" Ronnie added as she headed back ove to keep the Queen company. All the while there was a subtle tension building in the room, as something that was once a celebration and honestly a bit sexually charged became... a point of stress and annoyance. Drake tried to get his excitement out as controlled observations, giving proper acknowledgement to someone pulling off something better. What he got in return was the information that King Don apparently went with the flow and increased his vocabulary by reading the dictionary. "Just read the dictionary and feel the music? That sounds like some magic type shit, but you was nice with it before all the craziness. But I get it, trade secrets and all that..." he said seeming to wave it all off, fidgeting only slightly as he continued to look at that point of contact between Donnie and Nikki. As for who tapped him in that was easy, "Mans outside with the dark hair and double rat-tails. Bruh was weird as shit, but I guess all kinds are needed to keep the grind going. So you see me, that's what's up. Autotune is for us who don't do all that singing all the time ya' know? You don't have to worry about it, with how you switch it up all the time but I can't stay in one box when I'm trying to be seen by more people and get everything out there..." he added. Ah, but that wasn't it, Nikki looked at him as if confused. "I see you got a Gio special, that's pretty rare, and a Cartier watch, nice choices. But I got no idea what you're talking about putting you on. This is King Don, I would never presume to tell him who to invite into his craft. Nothing worse than outside interference when you're working on somethin' special," Nikki pointed out. "That same guy let you in here? I realized when ya' showed up... I forgot to put you on the guest list, it's a bit more exclusive than the types you hang out with..." Nikki said but that didn't sound diplomatic at all. "You still mad about earlier, I was working on something special, I told ya'. I appreciate you hanging on to my girl, for the afternoon but I got something special for her... birthday. You can't stay holding on to another man's future wife bruh," Drake said a slick little smile coming to his face as he produced... a velvet box with the double C overlayed logo embossed in gold. At the same time, from the back entrance, club workers and one more guest was wheeling in a cake, with 21 candles and 3 layers for Nikki figuring this was her birthday celebration and finding something odd. She had nothting to offer but silence and shock initially, her brain processing this scene and her freezing in discomfort as her insides began a rolling boil she couldn't put into words, just now.

Meanwhile, that phone call became more and more ranchy. Yes, there was a group sex scene taking place on the other side of it, but there were also acts of perversion being discussed so casually a normal person might have fainted. "Oh, okay... that far, Well, tits still belong to Takushi, it's Monday morning. And armpits are Akira's they aren't here but those haven't been reclaimed just yet," the girl explained. Why they were discussing her body like a gameboard wasn't the sort of thing a normal person was going to understand but the context from the earlier point of the conversation made more sense. that purple haired girls mouth opened and she was more than prepared to give an entire speech with that second giant cock buried somewhere near her stomach. "That kind of self-hate is unhealthy," Belle managed, while her head was being moved back down to one of two apparent cocks. Moving on from that minor interruption, she heard what he said about hating that guy, and held it for the time necessary for him to do his look for the one called 'Agy' while nodding her head. "It would be the easiest place to hide, and I'd love the idea of a life alone with a Godslayer as not my father, though that's still kinda hot in its own way. Besides, if it's an us OTP I have to hide from Takushi, out of the way... with one of the outwardly quiet ones is the best I can do~ And yes, everyone hates him, did he even have anything good in his phone? I know he doesn't bring it outta Nikki like that..." she pointed out.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah man. Dictionary's like the Bible for a lyricist, far as I'm concerned. More ways to express yourself, feel me?" Donnie said, keeping up a casual discussion as he did with anyone in public spaces. He wasn't stringing the man along or withholding any secrets; that was truly all it took for him. As for the person who let Drake into the VIP room and granted the ability to join his track, Donnie looked out when prompted to see the black-haired man in question, standing around and yelling in some unknown language at a phone. "... Money right over there? I don't know that nigga," he said despite, very strangely, being unable to discern the man's full appearance. "But bro, you can take lessons for singin'. You ain't gotta fake it, and you could just rap. I don't even know how people got autotune out of the mix, but I stay hearin' shit from Dre about startin' a bad trend 'cause people wanna jump on the trend wit' some weird shit," he explained in a furthered attempt to dissuade Drake's behavior. Ah, but Drake wanted to steer him away from something as well ─ specifically, Nikki. It seemed he had something special for the girl's 21st birthday, and Donnie couldn't keep hanging on to another man's... future wife, apparently. Donnie had been trying so very hard to keep cordiality in play, but between the drugs and the alcohol, something was sure to slip eventually. "Nigga-do-she-know-that?" he asked ─ lightning quick, high-pitched from the rapidity with which it passed his lips, and nearly incoherent as a result. Still, he hadn't quite let go. In fact, a little subconscious squeeze was applied to Nikki's hip before any attempts were made.

The stranger's mid-coitus comrade was divided in a very... expected way for the details given. Since it was 'Monday' for her, it was no surprised the one called 'Takushi' had claim of something. If anyone was going to have her armpits at any given time, it was most likely Akira. Instead of scoffing yet again, he sighed this time. "Fucking shit. At least I cut Chuck out this time," he said, not realizing there were unmentioned ass cheeks and an occasional tail as part of the board. Moving on from that, he was trying not to detest his future self too much... but having to watch both girls end up with dicks to their faces, he knew it was a conscious flex. "... Really? And you're both just gonna do it? I swear to fuck I'm gonna snatch you out of Greece, find you in Japan before you even awaken, and I'm gonna cuck whatever version of me in this reality turns into that bitchass over there! Godfuckingdamnit!" he grumbled. What of the things he'd seen on Drake's phone, though? There was nothing spectacular to report. "Well it was Nikki, so it was good... but it wasn't Nikki. Some random bitches between pictures, that terrible sex tape I'd mostly forgotten about until now, and... a certain amplifier, who showed up as recently as yesterday in the gallery. Obviously Drake is the reason I've seen so many versions of her who are suspicious of sending lewds. It's always some dickhead's fault."

[Apollymi]

Donnie was being way nicer about all of this, than could be expected of anyone compared to a relative party crasher. The tension in the room turned into steady disbelief over someone misreading a space so thoroughly. "That doesn't seem like it'd work though..." was all Drake ended up saying. There had to be some secret to it, and it was something he was simply not going to be told. What was more the man outside he'd pointed to and claimed had been the one to let him in and give him an in to the music, wasn't someone Donnie kenw, it also wasn't anyone that Nikki could identify and she frequented this club in particular. "Man, quit playin'. He had all the stuff, told me to ready up for a shot and everything. Had to be someone connected to you, he even hooked me in and made sure I got in on time. I didn't know Nik had booked a room, I assumed I just wasn't in 'cause I got pulled over on the way here. I'm grown grown, I don't have time for singing lessons, and ya man's Dre don't like me so that's probably just hate forreal~" Drake said like that kind of thing was completely normal. A man without a name or discernable face, told him he could put him on, put something on his phone and got him into a VIP room and Drake accepted that as 'normal' recruiting practices. "Putain de connard," Celeste uttered as she watched a box from her own shop appear in the hands of that man in pink sporting a Giovanna Special Edition. What was more he seemed to be trying to put space between Nikki and Donnie, which Nikki herself wasn't interested in. Such a thing was only confirmed by the firming of the grip on her hip. Drake thought it was mostly cool just a simple matter of being distracted by King Don. "Man, Nik is good, she know now... also what you mean you wouldn't I thought you invited him to the club so we could meet up. What other reason did you have?" said Drake a bit firmer, standing up a bit straighter with his arms still loose and his hands out in front. The cake people paused and the black haired girl who'd entered with them holding a bottle of speicla order wine also paused. Mostly to record the coming event on her phone, for the sake of showing her boss a bit later. She'd seen this man earlier today and didn't know this was in his plans for the day. "Bruv, this is King Don. I'm a huge fan... I don't need a reason beyond that... and I told you on our third date exactly what would happen if I met him. This isn't a surprise Cas," Nikki said frowning deeply. "Bet this changes things, though. I'm trying to take us a different direction now that I'm on, ya' know?" Drake started holding that ring box directly in front of Nikki just about to pop the top of it when she had her hands clapped together in front of her mouth. It was a move that could be mistaken for happiness, but Ronnie knew her sister's posture, it wasn't a happy stance, and Donnie could probably feel it from the sheer amount of tension in the young woman's body. "Cas, that better be... a necklace, a watch, a pair of earrings, a bracelet, one of those Pandora Charms... a fucking toe ring," she said pausing gently. "The fuck did I say that for," she questioned herself. "Whatever, doesn't matter. It better not be what I think it is. If it is... you're going have such a fucking night," Nikki said. For Drake that sounded like proof practical acceptance. But the tone of the speech and the exact wording said something different. Drake was on his way to witnessing an explosion and if he was smart... he'd leave well enough alone, but what he'd do instead was grin. "Well, since you want it that bad, come on off him... and get what's yours~" Drake said, opening the box to show that off the rack ring he'd spent 25,000 on in a Cartier store.

The girls in that phone call were both up to something supposedly shady. Apparently he was happy he managed to cut out, 'Chuck' but that wasn't exactly true, Chuck had both tail and butt cheeks given the form she'd last been in when she saw him. Well, there wasn't a precise need to rain on his parade. A pair of faces meeting a pair of shafts which both would be stuffed with while his 'younger' self watched as the older one enjoyed himself. Belle looked up pleadingly with a cock in her mouth but said nothing, the other girl however held up a single finger and moved it around in a circle. "You always do this, but that's okay Daddy. I'll help you cuck every version of yourself if you want♪~" she asserted melodically even with a mouth and throat full of cock. "Still you do this to yourself, and don't blame Belly♪~ You always get mad at yourself and make us the victims♪~" she asserted to spare the other girl, just a bit. Beyond that their actual conversation about the phone of one potentially toxic individual had some rather interesting things in it. A bad sex tape, Nikki pictures that weren't really the Nikki they knew, and an amplifier. "Jules? Yeah... she went through it with him. Her and Kaya trauma bond a lot. And the bad boyfriends always have that weird as contradiction. I fucking hate that those guys do that to people, and it gives me that itch♪~" the girl said with a sudden burning desire to make sure a man like that suffered, so much that she felt it in her own loins. Oh well... there was nothing to it. She'd already accepted what would be happening with one of her selves, and maybe she'd even remember it fully eventually.

[Bloodedge]

Whether Drake could fathom the ability to make a song as he described, was no concern of Donnie's. Lost Galaxy was his concern, however, as he was the only person left in London to represent the group now. That black-haired man should not have been equipped with the ability to let Drake enter, much less get him on the song. "Nigga must work at the club or somethin'. Literally never seen him in my life. And Dre not fuckin' with you got nothin' to do with autotune, but he really don't fuck with that," Donnie clarified. There were a few things the artist called Dreameater hated. Drake had become one of them, but even he couldn't hold a candle to autotuned music. Whatever the case, there was an exchange with Nikki, who'd yet to make a move even as Drake held out a designer ring box. The birthday girl's reaction could have been interpreted one way or another, but Donnie wasn't missing those physical signs. He especially wasn't going to miss the little cues in her tone and cadence ─ cues that didn't match the happy sort of denial. Either way, when Drake kept pushing, Donnie left all the leeway needed for Nikki to do as she pleased. Confusion struck him quite strongly in the moment, though. 'Is this nigga proposin'? On her birthday? That shit weird,' he thought, while even Leon looked at the box from behind Celeste with questions in mind. "Don't know what the hell a pandora charm is, but Cartier makes toe rings? I'm with her. What's in the flippin' box? And what's all them good-soundin' words I keep hearin'?"

When Nikki confusingly spoke of a toe ring, that black-haired man's attention was torn from his phone briefly. He heard that, and knew there was either a connection to his earlier words, or a connection somewhere in her origin. Either way, progress was being made in the direction he'd been thinking of. "I was planning that part anyway. The System is fucked when it shows up early, so I was gonna get both of us cucked. I didn't think you'd end up my partner here, but... I really can't hear her," he mentioned of someone who shared his exact frequency. No matter. Drake had technically been right: there were 'baddies' everywhere. "Belle, are you up for grabs in this timeline?" he asked just before his future self took the liberty of... ramming his thickness deep into Belle's throat, intending to affect her reaction. Was he trying to get on his own nerves? Probably. "... Mhm. Moving the fuck on. Trauma bonding sounds hot for those two. Do I get to proctor the trauma bondage? Is there a class on how to identify grooming?"

[Apollymi]

The idea that the man outside of the door worked the club was one of the most reasonable things said. No way would an active Lost Galaxy employee be one to add something to a song not approved by its members. The fact that other Lost Galaxy members knew that Dreameater didn't like Drake was something the man hadn't known. But he didn't let that make him faulter, it was always some corny guy upset with a guy like him. "I mean that's not on me though. And corny niggas like that are always upset about business. A backdoor into Lost Galaxy still an in man, take it up with him. Now more than business I got real-life grown shit to talk, Nik?~" Drake asserted. He wasn't going to take any responsibility for that. He'd ended up on the song, he'd done his thing. Even if the moment was backdoor it was something. Drake had heard her words after witnessing that box and he'd taken it as permission. Perhaps doing this as a complete surprise really was the move? His manager and his security had advised against this but there Nikki was, holding her hands together in front of her face ready to do that excited little jump up and down thing she did when she finally finished a picture or design she was proud of. That kinda thing was always cute on her, and he couldn't wait to see her acting like that over him. And then it was there, a ring, off the rack, priced at 25,000. It was nice, it was Celeste's work so she could never hate it, but she reached forward, picked it up and looked it over, holding the individual item between her fingers. Nothing about it unique. She was a fashion Icon. The forerunner of Fashion Week and this man came to her, dressed in someone else's gear, with an off the rack ring that wasn't even the right size. He aimed to turn her wrap party and birthday celebration into something for him. And even if she wanted to give the benefit of the doubt and assume that wasn't his intention, it was still so careless, thoughtless and effortless that it was like watching someone pull the main hem of a garment and watching it unravel in real time to reveal the mess of materials put into it. "Toe rings? I could make something like that... never much thought about it. I should make her one, as for what I said, I called him a stupid son of a bitch, it slipped..." Celeste pointed out in a soft whisper as all were waiting to see what Nikki would do with that information. And then, a decision was made. She looked at Drake's face in that moment and realized a great many things but a decision was falling out of her face. "I guess I gotta put something on," she said. And once more it was obvious that it wasn't going the way. And then Nikki reached into her item box and pulled out a t-shirt, she reworked the materials, shifted the lettering and upgraded it quite a bit. She wouldn't be revealing what it said for just a moment as she turned away from both Donnie and Drake to put it on, over even her presisting dress. "See, man... better luck next time. She love me, a little celebrity crush ain't gonna outlast something like me~" Drake couldn't help himself but he was about to choke on those words... as Nikki turned around revealing a disgusted face and a t-shirt that read, "Steal this Girl" with a golden crown on it. "Like this one? I figured I'd go ahead and show off my actual birthday present to me~" she said. As Ronnie snickered in the background and Serena who'd come in with the cake and a bottle of wine smirked still recording everything.

A volcanic boil over was occurring in the VIP, meanwhile outside of it a casual conversation between a group which obviously knew each other quite well sexually was taking place. Things there were a mix of buisness and pleasure and general observations. "Cucking helps with System maintainence, I thought it was just fun..." the purple haired lass said. "There are probably a couple of different reasons that could be the case. The simplest of which is you can't hear her frequency past yourself," the young woman on the other end added. Of course, Belle was opening her mouth to address whether she was take able, and when she did, a cock was randomly shoved deep enough quick enough for her to hiccup and gag. Instead of saying anything else, she gave a wobble of her hand in a soso motion. In most lives she found Wise and in most they spent the earliest moments of their relationship not realizing they were dating. 'Free' in those cases were relative. "It is, they have a fun time hanging out. And Trauma Bondage sounds like fun, haven't seen that yet♪~" the girl sang happily. "There are a couple of grooming identifying lessons, it mostly depends on the teacher you want for the lecture♪~ I could even teach it, from both sides of the experience," she pointed out a little blush appearing on her face.

[Bloodedge]

Drake was already a mild annoyance. It seemed he was content to make himself into a real problem, getting on one of Donnie's nerves after another. A comment about 'corny niggas' being upset about business, in reference to the legend Dreameater himself, would not stand unopposed. "Nigga what?" Donnie said without sparing a moment of extra thought. In that same moment, his hand tightened around Nikki's hip again ─ unintentionally, merely because he was upset. "Watch out, man. I don't give a fuck what you think you on, but you talkin' some bullshit now," he asserted. Still intoxicated, it took a bit of conscious effort for Donnie to avoid an assault right then and there. Ah, but there was an exchange with Nikki involving an engagement ring... on her birthday. Donnie would have believed things just worked a little differently in Europe, but Drake was American. How did he not know how weird that was? "Stupid son of a bitch is right; he's a right nutter if he thinks that's gonna fly!" Leon said after Celeste's explanation, seeing Nikki pick up the ring. "She better not put that on. Think of the King!" he murmured. Nikki did mention having something to put on, but the energy was off. She proceeded to enter her item box, fetching a t-shirt with hidden designs while Drake put himself on a pedestal. Donnie had seen the kinds of t-shirts she had. Why Drake thought that was about to be a point in his favor, Donnie didn't know... but he could feel a song forming when Drake claimed Nikki's affections. "... Nigga-do-she-know-that?!" he repeated. Lo and behold, the shirt Nikki donned was King Don merchandise: a request made by the majority of his fandom.

Meanwhile, a conversation about cucking having some place in System maintenance was shifting. "It is just fun. It also helps. I also get to completely wreck your shit," the man stated. An inability to 'hear' his more immediate partner in this world was given a potential reason, but he couldn't even know if she was present in the timeline anyway. Though that was a mild annoyance, he was fine with using Miko instead. "It's no big deal either way. Something to work on later, but... I can't say no to Agy if she's around. And Belle, don't even try giving me that. It was a rhetorical question; I'll impregnate your Origin... again... probably," he threatened. With that, he had to make a call of a different sort. "Alright, let's see if I can avoid calling every one of her in this cluster. Grēzaria!" he called out. "... What are the chances you're busy again in Greece?"

[Apollymi]

Drake, held up his hand as if in surrender. "Don't get bent outta shape, it is what it is..." Drake said as if he hadn't insulted one of the music's greatest voices over something he'd done. Every word spoke by Drake seemed to be a drop in the bucket of unquestionable ending. Donnie telling Drake to watch out was heard, but he didn't seem to be too upset, he did however seen that extra clutch of Nikki's side, that the woman herself seemed to enjoy a bit too much. 'Bruh, yo' fam still ain't warmed up to me... crazy~' Drake didn't seem to mind being disliked in general, but the silence and all the attention of a moment being on him, was something he found satisfactory. All was apparently well... even as Nikki moved to put something on. A shift in her clothing made him think she was about to give a little preview of wedding present. A switch to a shirt which became a dress and simply held a message, finally made Drake stop and read slowly and then exhale. The words of Donnie, "Yeah, she know... but damn, you still mad about earlier? I told you that was all business~ I'm trying to move past it, and get us where we need to be." Drake claimed as if Nikki was a child in need of mediating instead of an adult woman standing on her own two feet. Nikki took a deep breath and look at Drake as if she was seeing him for the first time, at the end of a night at the club when the lights randomly came on. Everything made so much sense, from the lack of care taken on his own make-up to his attitude. "I've said since I met you, if I ever met King Don, I was getting myself stolen that hasn't changed. The only thing that has apparently is that the universe decided to help me out and gave me a present worth opening on my birthday... something you seem to have forgotten when you decided to try and take my party for whatever you think this is..." Nikki said, there was so much sass in her as she had her hands on her hips she leaned them back into Donnie. She tossed that ring back at Drake and waved him off with one hand. "Not dealing with this on my birthday, bugger off," Nikki's words traveled around Drake's head as he almost fumbled a 25,000 dollar ring. "Come on you can't be mad. It's way bigger than that you can't throw away almost two years, your birthday is..." he paused it was after midnight. This was her birthday celebration. Surely she couldn't actually be that mad, he was trying to give her something bigger than a birthday, and now everyone was staring at her. "Speaking of birthdays, Buon compleanno, Nikki. Seems there's cake, and a got you a bottle of wine... with a message from Signore~" Serena said finally making herself known.

Meanwhile a different set of more practical conversations were taking place. apparently there was something helpful and just fun about cucking the little ones in the timelines with early Systems. "Well, if it helps, encountering early mes is always odd. Though when its us, she seems to have the weirdest head start on personal development. Different breakings are always fun though~" the young woman with the purple hair asserted. The one called Belle received a threat of impregnation much deeper than the norm and she could only widen her eyes as her mouth was full, of a more future version of the same man. There was also the notion of not saying no to the one called 'Agy' which was always an interesting name choice. And then a call out was made, one which used a name that would always get a response when it was called. That same woman who'd sent a picture of herself in a bath ahd recently gotten out, and would hear a call that had her dressing herself by wrapping in golden threads and letting them take the form of a nicely embroidered floor length dress. She also fitted herself with gladiator sandals that wrapped up her calves and a golden garter made of warm metal flaring up around her thigh where a split made its home in her dress. "Hiding out? Staying away from everyone else? alone with the Godslayer? That's an all day every day experience, unless someone actuallly has to work. Gates are open so 75/25," she said about interrupting. Only then would that woman, with still damp golden locks be appearing in front. Having ridden in on the echo to go back to the man outside the VIP room. Her eyes widened upon reaching him, her expression besides those eyes unmoved though... "Oh, you sound different. And since when does your voice carry enough to ride?" she asked while wondering why she'd been summoned and what form of the man she knew this actually was.