<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

"Naw nigga, what it is, is gonna be a fuckin' problem if you don't watch yo' mouth," Donnie clapped back at the dismissive Drake. "Don't talk out the side of your neck about my people," he added. Apparently, Drake didn't have his brain properly secured in that head. Maybe those dreadlocks were tugging on a lobe somewhere. He managed to hear the second time Donnie asked if Nikki was aware of his claims, insisting that she did know. Was there something for her to be mad about from earlier? A bit of context was all Donnie needed to put together a familiar scene. Whatever the case, it seemed disrespect was in Drake's nature, as pointed out by Nikki about him trying to usurp her party for his own purposes. With Nikki's hip making contact with him again, Donnie was right back to placing his hand upon it. He was also now holding his phone, almost mindlessly shifting through instrumentals. 'Freaky ass time. Fuck it, I'ma put a nigga on blast today.'

The chance of that dark-haired girl being 'busy' as her other self in this timeline was... expectedly high. Still, the man scoffed upon hearing the provided estimate. "Can you be less of a slut?" he asked even as there was a load being blown inside the girl's ass, and another in the mouth of her and Belle simultaneously. "Whatever. I shouldn't have a problem snatching you from him, I'm guessing." And so came a call that was answered more directly than he expected. In the time of a reverberation, the blonde bombshell of a woman was standing right in front of him. Upon doing so, her reaction was... odd. It seemed this was her first time encountering this form. He'd have to be careful with his response. "Since recently, and everything I do is enough to ride. Spoilers. Since when are you hanging out in this timeline with your dad? Where's Nilou?"

[Apollymi]

Appaerntly Donnie took great offense to what Drake had to say about the man known as Dreameater. This wasn't going well, Drake didn't expect so much negative feedback. After making music that group always seemed to be happy and relaxed, he'd participated and all, how could he not be in the same kind of soft moment with everyone else? "It's not that deep man, chill..." Drake said, but in truth he didn't want King Don thinking less of him, which wasn't being helped by Nikki's tantrum, which apparently wasn't a tantrum. She was done, he tried to propose on her birthday, take over her party and keep her from completing a different one of her life goals. He'd thought this was all about that little misunderstanding at Fashion Week. "Wait, Nik don't... you'll make me look bad," he muttered softly just for her to hear as she stepped back. "Did that to yourself bugger off," she said while a hand was properly placed against her hip. And once she felt right again, she looked over to Serena. "Rena!~ I didn't expect you, thanks luv~" Nikki had nothing but pleasantries to offer that one. Meanwhile, Drake was looking like he saw a ghost. "Whatever this was, Gio wouldn't have approved of such a use for his suit, by the way. And that whole thing from earlier still applies, no hitting on me here either. Though I am quite surprised, he was the same one who stood in front of Gio and said if a girl choosing it's up to her. Does that not apply here?" she pointed out to Drake, which only made a slight snicker escape Nikki. She should have figured he tried and failed with someone like Rena during a meeting with Giorno. "Of course he fucking did... he used a King Don line on you, have you met him?~" Nikki asked waving to the man clamped onto her hip. "Not as of yet, but you seem like you're getting ready to meet him, intimately~" Rena teased, Drake wasn't just being dismissed, he was being outed and ignored. Various decisions were being made in this group at large. "It wasn't even like that, she's not even that cute..." Drake said, knowing full well he'd shot a shot and stood on business until his mouth had gotten turned into a button, but no-one here had that kind of power that he knew of.

While Drake dug himself a hole he'd never be able to come out of, the black haried man continued his video call with a young woman deep into some slutty behavior. He questioned whether or not she could be less slutty and she gulped down a load while her voice was heard through melodic gurgles. "As if, would you even like me if I was♪?!~" she questioned pointedly, even while her whole body relaxed into the sensation of filling. He was a large part of why she was so comfortable with the nature of her sexuality, he wasn't about to legitimately ask her to be less. "Zero diff, Godslayer is god, but a me that isn't feasting on variety even by choice is open♪!~" the young woman encouraged, about taking her back from her current holder, even while knowing it was still him. Sometimes the hardest scores to settle were with yourself. Moving on, the appearance of a blonde version of the same girl, super model tall, extra thick but with a slim waist found herself in front of the man who'd called out. Those eyes of hers a pale yellow green that glowed as if she was on fire within, and a golden filigree tattoo marked over her partially exposed chest over her shoulder and down her back. A cute but messy bob of her golden locks would be falling forward as she turned, her body easing against his. Her hips pressing directly against, his and moving gently as she bent over, as if making sure her shoes were secure. In turth, she was extending golden threads which would likely only be visible to the hyper magical, and doing a quick tally to understand where she'd ended up after landing. With her target properly identified, she knew what she had to do. So her hips started, moving against his lap as he stood where he was, this was a nightclub and this behavior was quite normal. "Another sound war? This one sounds like home, I didn't know you got that close to us♪~" she asked with a slight furrowing of her brows. No matter, spoilers and the like were ahead but there was nothing but a cheeky statement about always being enough to ride. "That's true, you're always worth riding♪!~" she mentioned happily. Still, this was quite the strange situation. "Nilou isn't here... yet or maybe at all. it's always weird because her birth circumstances are a bit fickle, and since he's here... she might be only on Alaya or in a Gate or a couple of other things. As for when, I've been here a few decades, hanging out with him is a different kind of fun," she said. Just quiet enough to not try and fish out too much information at once, she didn't know if she'd done something wrong so once again she'd be giving nothing away.

[Bloodedge]

Still dismissive was Casper Drake, but continuing to run his mouth would have him digging a special kind of hole only zombies in old movies came out of. Donnie would easily see to such things when disrespect reached a certain level. Luckily for him, Donnie chose to be a musician first and foremost. Nothing too out of line had occurred thus far, so he'd do things in a more natural way. While he was trying to find a beat that fit his mood, Donnie passively listened to the words of a new arrival... who made it clear some of the things Drake had been up to the final day of Fashion Week. The disturbing thing about it was a use of Donnie's own philosophy, despite Drake being upset about Nikki's current behavior. Donnie looked up from his phone during a partial introduction, nodding to Serene and then... quirking a brow toward Drake afterwards. Did he have the audacity to act like Serene wasn't even 'that cute'? "She fine as shit. Yo' ass need to stop lyin'," he said plainly. Soon enough, Donnie had himself a decent instrumental. "Mami, how you feelin' right now? I'm 'bout to put on another one."

Would the black-haired man like that woman on the phone if she were less of a slut? The answer to that was easy. "At all? Yes. Even half as much? Not even close," he replied with the greatest ease. He'd soon be encountering the precise reason she was so enjoyable ─ even in another form that may have been behind him in time. He gave the blonde variant a once-over, then another, and another as she bent over in front of him. Her colossal backside moved gently against firmness that wasn't visible, but was radiating soundwaves imperceivable to the 'normal' folk of this world. And so began a grind that was joined by the man's hand pulling back, all to firmly collide with her ass from the right side. Her question about a 'sound war' was one he had to answer carefully. "Something like that. Doesn't matter. How much do you know about our variants here? A thing needs to happen."

[Apollymi]

Drake hadn't learned to shut his mouth or control his tone. As such he was still feeling something close to menace from Donnie. And when he thought that was done, Nikki spiked him further into the ground. He could have tried to recover, but it seemed he'd not been able to outrun his earlier interactions as the woman known as Serena whom he'd been hitting on in Giorno's shop, pointed out the contradictions in his behavior. "You can't be serious childhood crushes don't go that hard. When he leaves you'll regret it," Drake claimed as if he was some prize. "Nope!" said Nikki, and just to make sure, she once again reached into her item box. She pulled out her phone and used it, intending to send Donnie her own number and have his sent in return. "We're exchanging numbers now, don't want you getting the wrong idea when this is all over. Nor anyone else. Really don't care but this is my dick, yeah?" Nikki said her hand on Donnie's cock through pants she made. Serena heard what Drake had to say and laughed like it didn't matter. "And this is why your mouth got turned into a button. You really don't know how to keep it closed," Serena said. "Grazie~" hse said to Donnie. "I'll take your number too, before I have to leave~" Serena added, with other young women around raising their hands and phones in turn. As for Donnie's final question to Nikki, a song was incoming and she was all in. "I feel like actin' up. So if you got something for me to dance to, go for it luv. You know I'm here for it~" Nikki said. She was done with Drake and he could say or go, but she was definitely int his for Donnie.

Meanwhile, a different conversation was still taking place outside the VIP, before it changed completely to a ritual of encounter, the lass with the purple hair had it confirmed that he wouldn't have liked her as much if she was less of herself as she presented now. "A sentence like that makes my pussy twitch, I'll be waiting for you to claim what's your Daddy♪~" the girl sang even as she continued her own activities of choice. Whether the call was ended or not, a new arrival was aligning herself for a specific kind of startup. Her hips were placed directly against a cock which was stiff within pants that didn't show the full weight and shape of his cock. What was more, she could feel sound waves coming out of it, and in turn began moving to a rhythm which pulsed with the beat of a certain 4 paced rhythm. "Hyuck♪!~ Thank you♪~" she sang softly as he clapped a hand against her ass cheek. As for his actual question she gave it some thought before answering. "If you say it isn't important I won't worry about it. The little Players are... pretty fresh on. I am observing them mostly to keep distance... they disappeared 9months ago, and reappeared a short while ago. They got back, and got the Otome functionality and then did what we usually do when we play games together," she stated as her hips shook up and down that sound raditating cock of his.

[Bloodedge]

According to Drake, Nikki would have regrets when Donnie left. What he surely didn't know, was that Donnie wasn't the 'leaving' sort. Even his first terrible relationship, which many who followed his music knew about, still involved some meetings in more recent history. Either way, Donnie couldn't tell the future. He didn't have a single clue what would become of the situation with Nikki, but he knew what he wanted it to be right now. She seemed to think similarly enough to produce her phone and initiate an exchange of numbers and laying a more direct claim on the lad sexually. "We back in wit' it?" Donnie wondered. So quickly did he allow that swap, even pushing his hips forward against Nikki's grasping while the new arrival took his compliment ─ something she did while expressing a desire for his number as well. "Word? Aight, I'm wit' it," he said. Ah, but there were others presenting themselves as well. Donnie didn't really have the time to go through the list while that song was building in his head so strongly, so he handed Nikki his phone after starting the instrumental. "Can you finish that swap for me and get everybody else goin'? I got somethin' you can act up to," he assured. The beat he started was relatively silent in the beginning, but Donnie was stepping back with the microphone to his mouth.

"You try to make her wyle out♪
I just make her wyle out♪~"

And so, the beat began, all while the stranger who let Drake into the room had some supermodel bouncing against his clothed cock to a beat no one else could know of. Upon slapping her backside, he was thanked... so he did it again from the other side after switching his phone to the other hand. Details about the Players were incoming, but he seemed equally interested in grinding against the woman talking. "So they're, what, almost National by now? Or is this one of the 'quick climb, then slow climb' ones?" he asked as the grinding between them became a little more devious. "Aaand already giving up. Done waiting. Do that anti-detection sound thing with the threads and flip the dress before I rip it open~"

[Apollymi]

Drake was left astounded but he was more hurt than anything else. He didn't quite see how this had turned out this way. He was finally having his big moment and now it was being stolen from him, by King Don. King Don was Drake's favorite rapper, and in the current moment he seemed like he wanted to fight and didn't like him. Drake was quiet, wondering how he'd ended up alone with no one paying attention to him. Meanwhile, Nikki was grabbing Donnie's dick and laying a very direct claim to his manhood. "Damn right, I raised that girl!~" Ronnie said openly proud of her younger sister, and a tiny bit upset that this all hadn't led to an altercation. No matter, her sister, had a phone in one hand and a hard cock in the other for a few seconds. With digits secured she'd give him one final squeeze before freeling him, "Yeah, we back on. I'm don't lettin' rubbish mess with my muse~ And no worries, I got ya', mate~" Nikki commented casually. Serena could get his number too and she was excited about it, a grin spreading across her face. Drake upon realizing what was whappening wondered how. Earlier today he'd been hitting on Serena and had been told under no circumstances was he worthy of her, by her employer boyfriend. "Oh so this is good with you? He can get your number, but I tried inviting you to the club earlier and you let that boss of yours run me?" Drake was so confused, and he was telling on himself. Others looked around like he was the one in the wrong for various reasons. "You tried to hit on this girl while she was working. When she's being paid to act with decency... and you wonder why you got nowhere?" Celeste said with her brows raised. Meanwhile the Queen gave a disapproving head shake. But all of that was being left for the time being. As Nikki took over giving out Donnie's number to the other ladies. And antoher song started.

Those first words played and the woman outside grinding against the man who'd led Drake to his doom, was being treated to a soft ass against his stiffening erection. A secondary ass slap occurred after that first thanks was given and a happy little sigh escaped the young woman in question. Dancing in a club wasn't strange, but it was obvious that thi spair didn't intend to dance int he way that normal people did. As for what was happening the noise from within the VIP registered, "Oh, A Donnie song, in stereo♪~" she noted happily content to change up her movements to keep stimulating a bit, but also add a bit of that cheek clapping bounce enjoyed most. "They've been back... about 100 hours, and they are S-rank support level, 3 named Shadows, and have Makima playing benefactor... my mental calculations have them reaching National Level in the middle of the Demon King's Castle, if they choose to start it♪~ Which they likely will, because your gamer boner is just as hard as your horny boner♪~" she said about the growth potential of their younger selves. They didn't seem to be stopping much at all, aside from...well doing exactly what this pair was about to do. Of course, what came first was some words about giving up and for the blonde woman to hide them, "I can do what now?" she asked with swiftness. "Giving spoilers again, Daddy?♪~" she said teasingly, that boner of his obviously leading her to have information she wouldn't have come across yet on her own. Still, she could try and put together her thoughts on the matter, the strings vibrated at a certain frequency, light was also a wave based frequency. If she could make the threads vibrate at the right frequency... then it was technically possible to hide them, and the sounds they made at once. "Is it really as easy as I am thinking, causing a wavelength of sound fromt he strings that will disrupt the light and sound waves coming from the space we occupy?" she put her thoughts out in simple form, as this one was more capable of not... rambling all the time. She'd also go on to try it, while using other threads to begin lifting her dress slowly up her hips as he watched. She'd also drop her bottom down to his knees and slowly lift it back right agaisnt his dick.

[Bloodedge]

In the midst of Drake making himself look even worse to everyone present, Leon finally found another reason to speak up. He didn't like the idea of Drake putting himself on the same podium occupied by King Don himself, so he'd be chiming in soon after Celeste, from right behind the blue-haired woman even. "Are you thick? That's King Flippin' Don! He'll steal the girl you weren't even able to get!" he boasted on the other male's behalf. All the while, Donnie was zoning out into a new track. People were disappearing from his perception one after another ─ all but Casper Drake and Nikoleta herself for the moment. This song was going to be very targeted. In fact, he was looking straight at Drake when he strangely began with the hook, a soft-yet-furious flame in his eyes.

"Nigga she don't love you♪ Cause if she did♪
She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like 'that's my dick'♪~
Nigga she don't love you♪ Cause if she did♪
She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch♪
Nigga that's my shit!♪~
You can't stand it, but that's my shit!♪~
Don't need to be dramatic, but that's my shit!♪~
Let a nigga try to come behind me♪
She met you while tryna find me,
Try to never mind me,
Ain't gotta remind me, boy, that's my shit!♪~"

As Donnie's voice bled through the speakers, his intentions bled through the atmosphere. There was a sense of superiority leaking out of Donnie's every pore, paired with a strong aura of possessiveness that all could feel, even if Donnie himself couldn't understand its origin. All the while, that blonde woman was still explaining the life of the Players. There were some annoyances in her story, as always. "Goddamnit, so I can't go for Makima here either? And I have to sit here and wait around for them to do the Demon King's Castle without me?!" he complained, proving her point about his 'gamer' boner. "Guess I'll have to take it out on you for the next... however long this line lasts~" he teased. They'd soon be exploring a bit more deviance themselves, but not without an accidental spoiler about the woman's power. "Oh... right, yeah. I was supposed to tell you about that now," he lied, slapping her ass yet again. He'd even deliver a fourth slap once those golden threads lifted the woman's dress, ending with a hand in position to loosen his breeches by the time of her ascent back up his lap. "That's how I've been assuming it works. I haven't seen you do it much, and never with senses like this. I do need to work on these senses a little more, though. Gotta test out hearing some things, y'know? Now... I wonder what the splits are for you right now~"

[Apollymi]

Drake was holding out hope. Surely this was some sort of hoax or a joke. Something hew as meant to see and hear so that he'd know to treat Nikki better in the future. Surely she wouldn't end almost 2 years of a relationship, just because she met a guy she had a crush on as a kid. What was more that beefy cousin of hers was talking about how King Don was able to do things regular people couldn't do, he called Drake thick. "Pause," Drake said about the thickness comment. "Thick is dumb... like were you even actually dating a British girl for way longer than I think is acceptable," Ronnie pointed out. And then Nikki was moving around, making sure every girl that wanted Donnie's information had it. Her hips gently swaying to the beat, as she heard the opening lines of the song. At the same time, Drake was hearing the words and having his fears confirmed, but at the same time he was in awe. This man was actually singing a song directly to Drake, and making it up in the moment. It would have been a moment worthy of a pure fangasm, if it'd been for a better reason. But for now, Drake simply felt like he'd tresspassed in someway, but surely that wasn't it, was it? Was he the intruder, surely not.

Meanwhile, the sensation of Donnie's possessive claims was dancing over the threads connected directly to the body of that model like woman still dancing against a man's lap. "Ooh♪!~ That's a nice sensation♪~" the woman was interested in the music if nothing else, but that would be put to the side for now. Apparently, ther ewas a bit of a tirade incoming because of the exclusion of certain targets from the list and the fact that there would be no way for them to participate int he Demon King's Castle, "Doesn't look like it. Unless they randomly decide to slow down but... how often does that happen in the grand scheme of things?" she wondered. They were more likely to power through than slow down, unless of course there was something else to do. Beyond that apparently she was going to be punished as he couldn't do what he wanted, "I have no issues helping you work through your frustrations♪~" that blonde woman said while wiggling those hips. And then there was a spoiler covered by a lie which caused a giggle, "Uh-huh, whatever you say♪!~" she didn't even bother to call him on the lie this time, choosing instead to test out her newly discovered ability and allow him the freedom to smack her massive ass again this time with straight physical contact which made her loints throb. "Well, I always have a lot for you to hear," she said as she wiggled herself against what would be his exposed cock aiming to edge it between her cheeks. As for who owned what that was rather easy. "Actually, all territory here, is owned by Kazuchii, I was... alone with him before I decided on this little vacation," she called it, but the truth was a bit more flexible than that. All the while she'd moved her hips forward and apparently disrupted light around them enough that she felt comfortable pulling forward and allowing his length to begin sliding between her thighs, to be dripped on by loins which were already more than ready to be entered.

[Bloodedge]

Drake was full of audacity. The term 'pause' had been introduced to the Corbyn and Postwick family today by King Don. Who was Casper Drake to think he was in a position to use such a relic? "Sod off, ya' git! You don't get to talk to me!" Leon barked. He'd never been one to act cordial for the sake of Drake or that sham of a relationship he had with Nikki. As fate would have it, Donnie was entering similar territory... and so much more. He'd donned the mantle of the old 'battle rapper' going by the name Young Simba. Sure, he was singing... but he was also pointing with two fingers at Drake, his face shifting between scowls, judgmental glares, and the indignance of one who thought himself greatly superior.

"You tryna make her wyle out♪ I just make her wyle out♪
I put that pussy in the rain♪ You put that pussy in a drought♪
I make her wanna stay♪ You just make her wanna leave♪
She want me to put a ring on it♪ Wit' you she don't wanna be seen♪
We've been places that you'll never, ever, eeeever go♪~
I know shit about her that you'll never, eeeever know♪~
I know how to push that button, trust me yall just fuckin'♪
And you gon' say that you don't care but I know you giiiive a fuck♪~"

While a great deal of disrespect was delivered lyrically right to Drake's ears, the stranger was readying for his own type of special delivery. His concern for the System and its Players seemed to wane very quickly, responses dropping like they never existed. In fact, it seemed his main focus had become the matter of 'ownership' regarding the blonde woman's parts, which was detailed as she fully opened her wetness to him. "Really? Kazu got to claim and keep everything? That's... surprising and wholesome. I'm gonna snatch it all. Apparently it's bitch-stealing day~" he joked as they joined at the hips, imperceivable threads of gold all around them being plucked by the man's fingers as he slid deep into the blonde's canal. He seemed to be resonating in a strange way, almost becoming one with Donnie's beat and pulsing waves into her body in sync with the music.

[Apollymi]

By the time the actual lyrics began Nikki had worked her way around the room giving Donnie's number to every woman who wanted it, including Chiori, and made the necessary exchanges to make sure he had the proper numbers in return. This wasn't just because he was King Don, but a matter of simple respect. At the same time, Drake was confronted with another harsh piece of reality. Leon had never liked him, and wouldn't even feign it for the sake of Nikki either. A rough sentence that would have needed translation, came from the bigger man but... Drake simply waved it off, playing at cool. "Whatever man, damn," Drake said hands not even leaving his pockets. No Drake was far too busy absorbing a message and watching as Nikki went back to Donnie, bent over at the waist her ass pressed directly into his lap and began working her hips from her core. She was making sure every winding bit of contact was witnessed as she enjoyed the idea just a bit of Drake knowing he'd lost his touch. Every movement was sensual and once again making a certain kind of climb. 'What are these lyrics, I've known her for years. Did they fuck already, is that why he's so confident? No way, Nikki doesn't do that sort of thing,' Drake thought erroneously. He was also subconsciously flinching with every look in his direction.

Meanwhile, right outside that door, information about the little Players was being lost. With every push towards proper coitus, there was a certain fall in interest. The Players weren't going anywhere, they could be trusted to continue living on their own. As such they would be continuing into deviance., with only a slight hiccup concerning the idea that the prize wasn't currently being split. No... all of this blonde young woman currently belonged to somoene called 'Kazu'. "Yeah, we went on an adveture just two of us. I always intend to give everyone that kind of attention♪~" she said softly and earnestly. "Oh look opportunity is knock---aaaaah♫~" she didn't get a chance to finish commenting. The man began sliding into her canal, while touching golden threads and tuning into Donnie's song. A dick that could resonate sounds was plunging into her depths and the blonde woman's reflexes kicked in immediately. She could feel those sounds echoing through her body and she quite enjoyed it as she began to dance bouncing her hips in time with the beat and rocking his cock into her depths. She couldn't hold back those sounds that leaked from between her lips in response to being invaded either, this was an entirely new kind of experience.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie wasn't going to let Drake off easy while he was being so very ignorant. It should have been clear what was happening ─ what had begun back at Fashion Week's venue, when Donnie didn't even know about Nikki's relationship status. Now that he knew and had relevant information about her apparent desire to be 'stolen', he wasn't going to hold back. Such was especially the case when he considered Drake's attitude and annoying nature. If the decision alone wasn't enough, Nikki's choices further fueled the fire. Her ass was against his crotch as if she were returning to a familiar seat. As the seat in question, Donnie welcomed her return with all the bumping, grinding and outright groping they'd been missing for several minutes now. His annoyance was still aimed at Drake, but there remained a great deal of lust that flowed toward Nikki.

"Nigga she don't love you♪ Cause if she did♪
She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like 'that's my dick'♪~
Nigga she don't love you♪ Cause if she did♪
She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch♪
Nigga that's my shit!♪~
You can't stand it, but that's my shit!♪~
Don't need to be dramatic, but that's my shit!♪~
Let a nigga try to come behind me♪
She met you while tryna find me,
Try to never mind me,
Ain't gotta remind me, boy, that's my shit!♪~"

Things would be changing relatively soon; all could feel it. Even the stranger, who was presently diving into the one called 'Agy' could sense the strong shift in music happening in Donnie's soul. "About to switch mid-song? I didn't think he got this mad this early," he commented. A few more plucks of those golden threads were intended to deliver vibrations right into the blonde's body as he bottomed out the first time and, apparently, made a decent impact from the new quality of his energy. "Oh... this is pretty rare. First time for both of us. We should probably... celebrate or something, right?" he asked cheekily and rhetorically, one arm extending with clear intention to christen an agreement he knew was coming.

[Apollymi]

Drake wasn't being left off the hook at all. And even if he was managing to ignore the song's content a bit, he couldn't ignore the visuals. Nikki walking up was one thing, watching her plant herself against the other rapper and seeing for himself that it wasn't a simple moment of infatuation was something else entirely. The lyrics implied a depth of knowledge that Drake himself didn't have after almost 2 years, and their grinding, groping and dancing seemed to imply a deeper personal relationship than Drake could say he had. 'Nik really didn't do that right? She just has to calm down... I mean they definitely move like they've been fucking. They look like they would be if not for the clothes, but they definitely ahve clothes on...' Drake thought while watching, as Nikki ground her ass against the man in such a way that the movements to the beat were completely visble. She responded to every grope and movement, innately. That kind of lustful behavior from Nikki he would have expected for himself in a couple of hours, but now he was seeing it seemingly turned up while being told directly he was unworthy. 'But he's my favorite rapper, why he is looking at me like I did something wrong?' deep down Drake was more hurt by the rejection of Donnie than he would have been by the 'cheating' behavior Nikki was showing, because if her potentially sleeping with King Don, didn't end in Drake coming up more, why would she bother?

Meanwhile that pair outside of the door seemed to be enjoying themselves quite a bit. Both were observing the song as it progressed it seemed a tone switch was coming, the woman called Agy could feel it, and she squirmed as if waiting for it, "It's early but everyone acts up over Nikki, even the trash♪~" the blonde woman said even as she continued to feel something new. Strings were plucked and vibrations were rocketing through her body in a way she wasn't used to in this context. In this particular moment, they were both experiencing something new, as he made his way into the depthos of her womb a melodic moan escaped her and he commented that they should, celebrate both being involved in a nexw experience together. Now that they were savoring their fun, she was moving her hips and preparing to agree, she'd definitely do so given how rare it was for them to be experiencing something new together. Each pluck of those strings made her loins pulse beyond the norm as well, like her body was being used as a conduit for the threads themselves. "YES, DADDY♪!~" she sang cueing up the celebration and happily sinking in.

[Bloodedge]

The sexual relationship between Donnie and Nikki was assured in the near future. Obviously, both parties would prefer that be the case sooner rather than later. They'd have been en route to the first or second milestone of that relationship by now, if not for Drake interrupting a song. The way Donnie saw things, there was no reason to do anything other than... begin the buildup anew, provided Nikki found the mood fully once more. He aimed to make that happen with his movements ─ that one hand that always seemed so interested in her hip moving a bit more forward, seemingly clutching around her pelvis through the merchandise she'd donned. But what of Drake? Musically, something a bit more offensive could only be delivered by Donnie rapping.

"I call and she comin'. You call? Hit the button,
She want me to shove it in and have it all in her stomach~
You the type to ask 'why you ain't call me or nothin'?'
And I wouldn't have that bitch left alone from me for nothin'
Ay... You keep petty conversation~
We know two words, orgasm and penetration~
Big dawg, ball to the wall, goin' all in~
Send her ass back to ya, hope you fall in~
Kick it with her ratchet friend, you took all ten of 'em
With ya' to the club and got 'em all in, scrub~
Bet anything that you would give one day,
To know the life a real nigga live one day~
Know what it like when niggas fuck with you for real for runnin' Trey,
And can still hit the Gates and get a mil in one day~
... So bet bet, if she get the King,
The only thing you could be is the next... best... thing!
Hahahaha♪~"

At the very end of a verse, there was a laugh Donnie couldn't hold back. He leaned over Nikki's shoulder in the midst of it, tongue protruding as it often did. Being more focused on the rapping portion of this song, Leon had stopped dancing entirely, a fist over his pursed lips as he processed the immolation that just occurred. Even the stranger outside hesitated and looked inside for a moment... though there was another reason for his interest. "That's..." If nothing else, the aura around Donnie had become somewhat familiar. It did more than leak out toward the end of that verse ─ it exploded in the briefest blink that made Donovan King something of a musical singularity to those who knew what it truly meant. "That's not acting up. But this is~" he said, switching gears to slap Agy's backside while crashing into her womb simultaneously. Both motions carried a wave of their own to resonate throughout her body and soul ─ something he was finally able to be the one initiating in this form. "Late problem. Back to the celebrating; work that ass!"

[Apollymi]

Meanwhile, something was happening within that VIP, and King Don, was switching from singing to rapping... still for the sake of putting the man known as 'Casper Drake' in his place. He thought he belonged in Nikki's life, and while he could have argued witht he lyrics of a song made up ont he spot, he couldn't really do anything about th eincoming rap lyrics. There was a beauty in the way that Donnie dismantled Drake, enough that even Drake had to acknowledge it, unconscious thought it was. 'Why is he going on on me like that? Did I really mess up that bad?' he couldn't help but wonder if he'd actually earned this kind of ridicule. Yes, h e'd left Nikki alone when he should have been with her, and he did want to know why he'd been left out of organization. What was more he wasn't the type of man wanted his girl in a relationship with another dude, so the idea of him not being enough for her after the fact was horrifying. But surely they'd not gotten that far... but it was far enough. Ronnie gave an appreciative chortle by the end. Even those who didn't register the full scope of Drake's badness like Celeste and Serena were giving him the side eye. Chiori remained in the background but was also covering her mouth as if surprised by the cooking being done of Drake.

What was more was the visuals would further cement it. There was no pause to the dancing the entire time. Each punctuated word got a shake, a hip movement, an undulation which showed off exactly what Nikki thought herself to be building towards. By the time Donnie leaned over her shoulder tongue out in that disrespectful manner, she was doing it as well. Everyone could ride the same hype train as Donnie right now, and all were onboard with throwing Drake off the car so to speak. Even thoe pair outside took a moment to fully absorb the situation. The woman known as Agy, shivered that spread and vibration particularly outlandish. "Definitely acting up," she said, thinking that it might be in her best interest to steal a better view later. For now she was fully concentrating on the experience being delivered. A bottoming out in her womb with multiple strings being pulled and her soul resonating with the sound. It wasn't often she felt this from outside, without being the cause, her body came undone int he midst of it, fluids splashing the ground with a shimmering tint. "FUCK YES, DADDY♪!~" she sang with pure elation. A slap to the ass and being told to move it, had her bouncing with the same vibrations as the strings so recently manipulated. as if she intended to let the clapping of her cheeks and the burial of his tool carry those resonating vibrations back to him through her own movements.

[Bloodedge]

How badly had Drake messed up? It was anyone's call, really. Donnie only had his own perspective to work with, but that was all he needed. Songs didn't come to mind for no reason. Drake would just have to take the loss of being this one's target, while Nikki was elevated as another sort of important figure for the track. Just as before, they weren't really dancing anymore ─ at least Donnie wasn't. The only purpose to his movement was seeking the physical stimulus found against the softness of Nikki's backside through his groin, which he could easily see getting lost inside through a few slips between fabric. He wasn't just settling that hand against her pelvis either ─ he was squeezing a bit lower than necessary. Well, she'd openly grabbed at his cock earlier. It was only natural that he return the favor with a grab of his own while grinding against the other side. As for the final hook, it seemed he was content to sing it right over Nikki's shoulder, microphone in front of their linked faces.

"Nigga she don't love you♪ She don't... Cause if she did♪
She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like 'that's my dick'♪~
Nigga she don't love you♪ How could she? Cause if she did♪ Uh-huh♪
She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch♪ Hot damn♪
Nigga that's my shit!♪~
You can't stand it, but that's my shit!♪~
Don't need to be dramatic, but that's my shit!♪~
Let a nigga try to come behind me♪
She met you while tryna find me,
Try to never mind me,
Ain't gotta remind me, boy, that's my shit!♪~"

In the very end, Donnie leaned further into Nikki. "Shark was born swimmin', nigga~" he teased just before tossing the microphone out, no concern for where it landed, even if it struck Drake himself. All the while, that stranger was shaking his head. Some people did these things to themselves in every timeline he saw. That aside, it was time for a few tests. He'd been sticking around with the intention of forcing Drake to stay in the VIP room, but that hadn't been necessary in this reality. With a bit of freedom to work with, he could ignore the unnecessary power of Donnie's aura for a moment to focus instead on interacting with those golden threads. Plucking to deliver vibrations was one thing, but he could now grab them and play puppeteer to lift and spread the blonde's legs as he lunged into her womb with steadily-increasing fervor. At the same time, he thought to express a curiosity that had been floating around for a while. "Why are you here an extra time? What other you is at this fucking party?"