<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

Donnie didn't know how the amount of time they had available managed to escape Nikki, but he had no shortage of reasons for such occurrences either. The important thing was that they had time in spades... sort of. Whatever the case, Nikki's slow ride would be paying dividends, and it seemed Donnie's busy hands were a decent enough contributing factor. He continued to avoid affecting the motions, but Nikki eventually stopped of her own accord. When she did, his left hand reached up to take the back of Nikki's neck and pull her inward while he elevated. "Chingón, that's what I like to hear, mami," he stated, following the clause by initiating lip contact between them.

Francesca Drake was, as anyone who looked at her could assume, more into pants. Giorno thought that was as much a shame as it was a part of her charm. He did have a dress in mind for her, but that original ensemble would instead be converted into a pair of leather-like pants, black in color to match a sleek top opening in a frilled V for full cleavage display. After completing a belt and a black pair of gloves, he placed the finishing touches in the form of a velvet red blazer. Between the belt buckle, the brooches, and even the cuff buttons, there were obvious tells of the GIOVANNA brand. That was only the first in a long list of outfits, completed as Giorno's hands landed upon Francesca's freshly-clothed body. "Yes, very nice~" he said. Whether he was feeling her up or getting a feel for the new clothes... well, who could know? Surely some. All the while, Rafael was watching his boss be drunk and infuriated elsewhere in London. Serena could hear it through the phone, and laughed... while Rafael sighed. Luckily, they could handle business between the two of them. If all Giorno wanted was some lingerie pieces for his new model, even he could manage that. "That shouldn't be a problem. Maybe the most he'd ask would be a shared runway at the next opportunity. I'll need a picture of the model in the line we're matching, and some measurements. Señor Kreuz doesn't have the este... gift of measurements some of the others have."

[Apollymi]

Donnie and Nikki progressed to a climax for her with had her ceasing motions. Apparently this created a sound Donnie liked hearing, she'd keep that in mind. Many things had piled up in her mind and slipped away just as easily, but one thing that remained was... an undying and ending need to have as much of 'King Don' as possible. Yes, she was just a crazy fan, but she was also... absolutely certain that she would have been as into him regardless. "You can hear it as much as you want. Keep talking Spanish to me, I don't half-love that♥~" Nikki admitted as her lips were captured. there was something going on, by the time their lips met, which had her falling into a deep kiss, not even bouncing but instead rocking her hips and up and down his massive cock. As she felt into the rhythm of a deep tongue kiss. Whether they stayed like this for minutes, or hours, she'd eventually roll him him over her placing him on top so he could move his hips more freely. She also didn't stop, it was simply as if she wanted a different sort of visual. Eventually those legs would even wrap around him, something she'd been quite scared to do to anyone for some time.

Meanwhile, the magical process of clothing making was something that Fracesca never even thought about being a possibility but, was fully enamored with as her outfit changed before her very eyes. Even those shoes which seemed like they were going a rather fabulous direction changed into something more directly suited to Francesca's personality. Still, by the time it was all over, she was practically dripped in GIOVANNA branding. Actually, she felt quite nice inside of it. The whole outfit feeling like a second skin. "It's fucking dope! I'm not usually into being dressed-up, but this feels great!~" Francesca said excitedly, only to give a bit of pause, Giorno's hands were in some very interesting places on her form. Currently one was on her hip having slid around from it's initial placement and the other would appear to be tracing hemlines near her rather prolific cleavage. Francesca lookedup at Giorno from this distance. "You real handsy, is that an artist thing or a come on?" Francesca asked with a frankness that was likely seen as outrageous. At the same time there was a conversation happening on the phone. Though not directly speaking to Maximillian Kruez, but his personal assistant was ever the practical individual. Potential exchanges included shared runway time and collaboration for the new line launch, "Runway sharing at the next possible opportunity doesn't seem like it would upset the Signore. As for the measurements, I am sure we can get them... I'll send pictures shortly. Do call back if anything changes, Signore Fernandes~" Serena said before hanging up to relay the necessary information. "Signore Kruez is apparently still celebrating. But Signore Fernandes says that he will require a gift of measurements and perhaps a shared runway in exchange for the items you seek. Also I'm to take a few sample photos for the look and feel," she said. Such an agreement was not unheard of, she'd arranged similar things for Chioriya Boutique collaborations and been called for them as well.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie fully intended to keep speaking Spanish to the designer ─ both because it had slowly been ingratiating itself into his speech pattern over the years, and because she clearly wanted to hear it. "Claro está~" he replied with a grin. Soon enough, they were winding down another kiss that had no shortage of tongue, and Nikki decided it was time for a positional swap. Once he was overhead looking down on the young woman, Donnie's hips began moving with purpose he couldn't manage in their previous position. His entire spine oscillated, core flexing repeatedly as he wound his way between that leg clamp. His left hand braced against the mattress, his right hand groped Nikki's chest, and his tongue... went right back into her mouth. All the while, his hips pumped in such a way as to keep Nikki's rear elevated above the mattress itself for their joining.

But what came of that same passing time elsewhere? Francesca Drake had her first new outfit established, and questioned the handsy nature of Giorno once it was complete. The touch certainly had much to do with his art, but even Giorno couldn't call it an artist's quirk in any general sense. Was he coming on to her? It wasn't so simple. "It is what you make of it. Tonight, your body is my perfect mannequin. I have to familiarize myself and make some... adjustments. The answer could be neither or both; that depends on you, signora~" he responded as if it were a simple matter. There were other tendrils of fabric to come as Giorno reached out to touch various sheets, pulling in other things that would accost Francesca's body in ways that could hardly pass as nonsexual. Several other articles would find themselves tossed onto nearby mannequins while Serena delivered news of her recent contact. "Grazie, Serena. Those terms are easy. I have a few pieces left for the first set. Signora Drake, if you would... take your pick of these first few things for a shoot. You can use the sofa if you'd like," he said as a grand total of five outfits were assembled around the pink-haired woman. With that, she and Serena would be free to observe whatever photoshoot and measurement-sharing was needed while Giorno assembled even more ensembles.

[Apollymi]

Donnie was to keep speaking Spanish to Nikki. She enjoyed it far too much and it put odd ideas about the movement of his tongue into her mind. It was well worth the effort. For his part into his, Donnie said words that Nikki didn't know but could interpret as a positive. "Sounds like a bloody affirmative~" she chuckled. Beyond that the moves that Nikki put into place would eventually result in her back down against the mattress, bottom lifted up into the air and meeting some repeated winding thrusts into her loins. One had against the mattress, the other caressing her chest. His tongue was even soon back into her mouth and the pounding into her body would be causing a constant moan and a throbbign within her loins. She even with her legs wrapped around his waist managed to pull him in or release him slightly for his movements, all for the purpose of once again eventually moaning a completion into his mouth.

At the same time, Francesca Drake was talking to a man who had his hands all over her body. She wasn't a virgin or even shy, it was just odd trying to figure out if his interest was purely artistic or somehow sexual. According to Giorno himself it could be... whatever she wanted it to be. Francesca for her part in this paused, her head tilted slightly to the side and her eyes shifting up and down Giorno's body. She couldn't say he wasn't attractive nor would she pretend it wasn't absolutely flattering to be called a perfect mannequin in this odd case and his odd accent. She gave a silent bit of consideration her left brow raising as a personal appraisal of her own took place. "Bet," she said afterwards, whether that was properly accepting or simply an understanding would be left for later. "Ovvimente,Signore~" Serena said. Soon after she'd be looking to Francesca who had one other thing to say now... "I feel like we'll be spending a lot of time together... most people just call me Frankie, ya' know?~" she offered. Then she'd begin looking around at all of the clothes being assempbled. She'd sit on the sofa with her feet propped up and take a few pictures that way, in her current oufit, with Serena giving pointers as she snapped a few pictures with a digital camera with a full lens to look at the woman from several angles. Soon enough, several different outfits and all sorts of poses were being taken on as Serena was soon able to send several pictures of Francesca and her list of measurements back to the number she'd originally called earlier in the night.

[Bloodedge]

What Nikki heard was about as affirmative as it got. There was no getting around Donnie's satisfaction in the moment, but he couldn't speak another word of it because he was far too busy exploring Nikki's mouth. The connection of their loins was an endless journey, a song with no known timer. Of course, all things had to end... but some musicians believed, deep within themselves, of an unending concert, in which every song would always roll right into the next. Such was how Nikki's first orgasm led to their current position. The next would follow a similar path, with one key difference. As she moaned into his mouth, he was doing the same. One stroke after another had been a steady buildup on Donnie's end for quite some time. As Nikki's legs remained clamped around him, it was time for that buildup to pay off and begin swelling the condom within Nikki's canal as Donnie fought to retain pacing. Ah, but he couldn't just do that. Even those special contraceptives designed for highly-endowed Hunters had issues, so he was making every attempt to pull back and leave space to avoid the overfilled object becoming an issue.

Upon being given her answer, Francesca took a moment to scrutinize Giorno. As a designer and a fashion icon, the Italian male stepped back just enough to leave himself open for perusal. The completion of said perusal resulted in a single word: bet. So strange, those Americans. "Bet?" Giorno questioned. He continued nonchalantly shredding and reconstructing fabrics around the room, while Francesca noted the time they would likely spend together and the... shortened, yet odd form of her name often used. "Francesca is an Italian name. We would call you Francesca, or... Franci. Franci," he said, deciding in a moment the only shortened form of her name he would use. With that, Giorno went on to create about... thirty different outfits, exhausting most of the spare materials he had in this shop. Only when that was near done did Serena's phone receive a notification. It read: He is ecstatic. He wants to know how many pieces are needed by morning. Shortly afterwards there was a second message reading: Oh and he wants to send a boa immediately.

[Apollymi]

Nikki and Donnie had spent quite a while doing a great many things. But it seemed their first proper round was coming to an end. The nature of Hunters said that filling a condom was now a rather dangerous thing. Against her natural instinct, Nikki loosened her hold on the man as he finished up, allowing that gentle release and pull back he'd aimed for. Their combined moaning into each others mouths was something fully acknowledged as feeling good. And eventually Nikki would breathe a sigh of relief and wonder, how anyone was managing to have sex without condoms with Hunters at all. And also wondering exactly what it would feel like. Perhaps that was a thought best explored later. "Best birthday ever, mate..." she mused happily. "Still, could go for another pretty soon~" she said almost teasingly. Perhaps references to her as a bunny weren't at all just related to that bouncing she seemed to do all the time. No matter, whenever the after glow settled, she'd be switching it up, allowing the man to stare at her behind while she moved it back against his pelvis repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Francesca Drake was becoming acquainted with her new wardrobe and one Giorno Giovanna. She'd asked a crazy question and received knowledge. She then studied a man physically who presented himself as if he intended to fully allow her dalliance as she wished. She stared and made her decision and ended it the way that many who were like her would have. With a single expression of acceptance which had technically multiple meanings. When Giorno questioned it she shrugged. "That one has a lot of meanings, normal stuff like okay, or cool, or in this case, challenge accepted~" Francesca pointed out. Serena found that kind of speech amusing. There was so much confidence in it, she could see how she'd assumed there was a certain gravity to her in a moment like this. Regardless Frankie wasn't going to put on her more 'passive' voice for something like this, not when she'd already shown exactly what she was earlier on the phone. Beyond that her name was clarified from Giorno's perspective. Francesca apparently had a very different nicknaming pattern in Italy... and when Frankie heard it, she blinked twice, liking the way it sounded leaving his mouth. "Okay, never heard that one before... you can call me that," she said almost certain that she'd only allow it for that very particular accent. Moving on there was a series of text messages coming to make her face shift. "Signore Kruez is apparently quite excited by this new model. He wants to send a boa... and wants to know how many pieces you need by morning~" Serena relayed the message and tried to imagine how Maximillian had reacted to the incoming trial shoot. No matter, those sorts of things would surely handle themselves over the coming hours.

[Bloodedge]

The 'best birthday ever' as Nikki called it was only just beginning as Donnie struggled to pull away. Before he managed, he had to grab his own cock at the base just to prevent the condom being trapped within Nikki by the added weight of its filling. It took a bit of time to draw the wet balloon out of her canal, but once it was dangling off him, he had a comment about her desire to continue. "Pretty soon? Nah, fuck you talkin' 'bout?" he asked. Donnie's erection hadn't gone anywhere, and wouldn't be doing so anytime soon. It only took a minute for him to remove the first condom, tie it off and throw it aside, then equip a new one. With that, Donnie had the best angle yet to enjoy Nikki ─ one from behind, which he'd be revisiting again a few rounds later around sunrise. Light eventually shone through the suite's window as Donnie had the birthday girl bent over a couch, standing behind her to work his hips roughly against her backside, facing the large window all the while. There were only six condoms in that initial box, and... the pair were already on number six, with the other five engorged and left wherever the round finished.

In the same time, Francesca verbalized the acceptance of some challenge. Her relationship with Giorno would apparently become more than just a working one, but that was something for later. First, his silent acceptance of that nearly-sexual exchange paired with the outright acceptance of a name. Francesca Drake would henceforth be known as Franci... and apparently as a target of more than Giorno Giovanna. The boa Maximillian wanted to bring over was a marker for his biggest and best models. Upon hearing about that delivery, Giorno gritted his teeth. "Bastardo," he said. Well, he couldn't keep Francesca from her desires. As fate would have it, terms were established and Francesca was sent off to her lodging at the Ritz. By morning, she'd be getting a visitor or two for the established exchange. . .

[Apollymi]

Nikki and Donnie progressed through the night. When that first condom and filled Nikki had assumed some sort of break would be necessary. She would find instead, a man with a libido to match her own. "Is that right? Blimey, I really had been settlin'," Nikki said quietly. Still, if one was ready for the next round, she'd be remiss not to take full advantage, and let him have a view she was quite sure he enjoyed. Over the course of this day, they'd managed, the bed, over a couch, on the floor, and against a table, in quick succession. Of course, each place would have it's own condom filled to the brim and Nikki herself worked over quite well. By the time she was ass up again, she was clinging to nothing, facing the sunrise and having the most wonderful time. "Bloody hell, a night like this♥~" she claimed. She'd have to make every day her birthday if this was how it was going to go. And as her body was pushed over the edge again, that desire to push even more was still present. They'd not talked about what they'd do if they ran out of condoms, but in all honesty Nikki didn't feel ready to give up yet. And besides, Seven was a lucky number, surely they could manage something? Which was a thought she'd entertain while she screamed an orgasm into the open air. "AAAAAAHHHH!~"

At the same time, Francesca was being treated to a swear as the knowledge that she'd definitely hit the radar of a second European designer became something she was familiar with. Oddly enough she heard a word in an accent she was still getting used to, but the word itself could be nothing else, "Yo, I know that one!" she said seemingly amused. "I thought they were friends," she murmured to Serena who shrugged. "Men express friendship in competition," Serena offered which only made Francesca's brows remain furrowed. She did understand that but it was an odd thing to consider, given that Giorno had the man called specifically because Francesca had mentiond liking the lingerie made by that particular man. He'd even complimented him, she also fully recognized that quite acceptance of her words, she'd be finding out what all that meant quite a while later though. Speaking of later, while the others moved through the night around a hotel room, by the end of the night Francesca Drake was being moved to one. She and Giorno Giovanna were hanging out in such a space just the two of them. "Ya'll really don't sleep much huh?~" Francesca said as she rolled happily with a small body in the middle of a bed so large she could reach both ends from the middle. This suite was quite ridiculous but now she'd have a better understanding of the meaning of the term 'Luxury' when she helped people pick out vacation spots. She'd collapsed upon getting here and a few hours of sleep would have her back up and comfortable in bed again.

[Bloodedge]

Everyone but Nikoleta Corbyn apparently knew she was settling for something sub-par. Though that wasn't the truth in reality, it was now... and Donovan King would personally be making sure it remained true. Some time after sunrise, they were burning through the last condom in their possession to that same end. Nikki leaned over the couch, and Donnie leaned over Nikki. His right hand held a hefty chunk of her buttocks as he lunged into her, and his left hand hooked around her body to grab her breast similarly. Donnie always had to have his hands on something. That aside, he was finally showing signs of lost bodily fluids. By the third round, he came to realize how much he could truly let loose with Nikki, and had since begun building up a good sweat with his efforts. His body moved with such vigor through Nikki's orgasm, his hair was flinging sweat across the room. All the while, there was a constant melody spewing from Donnie's lips. "Haah! Whew!" he exhaled again and again. The only thing missing was the sound of his hips crashing against Nikki's backside; Donnie hadn't known the luxury of that sound in a year or so. It was inconsequential, but what may have come with some consequence was Donnie failing to hold back any longer. A long series of grunts had him spurting into the last condom bit by bit, his pelvic floor working overtime in a rather dangerous way.

Meanwhile, it was nearly time for another meeting of unknown results. Giorno Giovanna had recently woken at the edge of a large bed, strangely lacking space despite it having only one other occupant. Whatever they'd gotten up to, there were a few additional outfits for Francesca littering the room. He was a bit groggy, but sleep wasn't so necessary in a time of high muse anyway. Threads that had been used as additional sheets wrapped around Giorno's body to construct clothes as he slid off the bed's edge into a standing position. "Fashion Week just ended. It's normal for a lot of us to be awake. Be mindful of Maximillian; it sounded like he was very drunk last night," he warned of the man soon to be brought to this location.

[Apollymi]

Nikoleta hadn't thought she was settling. In all honesty Drake had been originally Casper Drake had been worth the investment and the amount of casual relationship. But when King Don appeared, there was nothing that man could do. All over that hotel room did the pair move until eventually in front of the rising sun, they'd found themselves on the last technical bout of their time together. A six pack of condoms was all they had to work with, but eventually Donnie was filling the last of them. By the time he was working out the last of it, Nikki was both happy and said. "Ah, damn they should really put more of those in a box... I wanna go again!~" she exclaimed with happiness. She hadn't wanted to go like this since she was young... and it'd never been with the current intensity. Whether or not it was perfect or anything else, her legs were finally shaking and she was finally done maybe.

Meanwhile, Francesca Drae was proving one thing... that she may not have been the best person to share a bed with, Giorno woke up at the edge of a bed that should have comfortably fit him. "I know why I'm not magical... I'd act all the way the fuck up with abilities like that~" Francesca said watching the man dress himself with an earnest amount of interest. She'd gotten herself quite relaxed, switched to something more generally comfortable for lounging around in. A pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, she'd even put her hair up into a wild and messy ponytail. As for Giorno's warning she sat up and raised a brow, "What is he like a frisky drunk or something? I mean... I'm from Boston, a rowdy dude isn't that much of a problem," Frankie said. Yes, she was 5'3 inches tall while barefoot, but that didn't mean she was the type of person to back down. She'd be finding out something veyr soon though, as there was an announcing knock at the door, and then a keycard opening it. "Signore, Signora... I have returned, with Signore Kreuz," Serena said. It'd been her to wrangle the man and she was carrying a few bags worth of items decorated in the man's branding.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie fully agreed that condom boxes should all contain more than a string of six contraceptives. He had memories of a more normal variety before awakening, but there was no way to find something like that nowadays. "Hell yeah. Wouldn't mind a 24 pack of these," he concurred. Sadly, the expense of ridiculous rubbers like that was too high for consumers and producers alike. That set of six had to cost Ronnie someone's entire salary. "I'm tryna stretch it... but damn," he complained. Squirt by squirt, the final condom was stretching against the urge Donnie's body had to release everything. The desire to keep going was shared; he could do so much more. Alas, it was quite close to breakfast time as well. Perhaps there was a stroke of luck in their future? "Think your sis got some more on her?" Donnie wondered, slowing his pace significantly as if it could help stop the flow.

Meanwhile, Giorno was completing a white version of the same ensemble he'd worn the previous night, splashing in a bit of gold embroidery as Francesca commented on the use of Hunter powers. "You aren't an Awakener, are you?" he asked to be certain. Francesca didn't show any signs of magical abilities, but what she did show was... a remarkable resilience in the presence of power. Such an enigma, Giorno thought. Alas, he wouldn't be the only one thinking that ─ not for long. Maximillian Kreuz was drawing closer and closer, though Francesca didn't know the cause for Giorno's warning about the German male. "He is German. When he gets drunk enough, he's one of those Germans, you know?" That was all he had to say about the matter before Serena's arrival. Giorno's assistant brought with her the pink-haired man who could barely keep his head elevated. Dark sunglasses were upon his face as he stumbled in past Serena, already shouting into the suite. "Where is the Drake Frau?!" he slurred. Giorno could only pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration as the other man slumped about, waving a large, white lump of magic beast fur in one hand. "Fraulein! Fraulein come to me!"

[Apollymi]

As Donnie and Nikki progressed through the last of their condoms both agreed that more would have been preferable. The cost of such contraceptives was indeed quite high she figured. Even those she'd gotten just for lesser endowed men were the average cost of engagement rings by custom. "I feel like a 24 pack would probably cost a life at this point~" Nikki said moaning happily as she began coming down. Apparently he'd been trying to stretch things out but it wasn't really working like that... she couldn't help but scoff about it as well. "I know what you mean... we went through so many, it's probably greedy of me to want more~" Nikki claimed, but it was her birthday. She could only wonder how all the other S-rank Hunters were dealing with this. Though they could all afford the condoms, it seemed like the expensive was ridiculous. As for the question he asked even while slowing his stroke, Nikki sighed and nooded. "Probably, she wouldn't have given me her only box just because it was my birthday," Nikki surmised. If anything there was probably a small stockpile and the lack of offering had been done to guarantee they showed up again, such was the nature of a proper big sister.

At the same time, in a ridiculoulsy priced hotel room, Francesca Drake was working herself out of a large bed and watching as Giorno dressed himself in white and gold. The magical nature of this particular fashion designer was quite ridiculous. Meanwhile Francesca's awakening status was questioned given her attitude many didn't assume she wasn't awakened, but... "Nah, no such luck or unluck, whatever~" Francesca said with a casual shrug. She wasn't upset about it and nothing about her life had ever changed. Beyond that Francesca would be finding out that while drunk Maximillian Kreuz was apparently one of those Germans, her brows came together as she looked at Giorno wondering what part of normal conversation was being skipped over. "Like what? Is he a Nazi or something? I mean... I'm not worried about noise if that's it..." Frankie said, her attitude was much bigger and more settled than most would assume she'd manage. Serena had apparently managed to wrangle this very large german man and by the time Francesca was standing and stretching an aggressive pink haired man in sunglasses was stumbling in. He was soon making excited utterances in a language that Francesca didn't speak normally, but she'd not heard anything that would set her off at least. "Yo, that doesn't sound bad or anything but I might need a translator. Also why are all of you so fucking tall?" she asked mostly of the world at large. The obvious frustration of Giorno gave her a bit of pause, but still she was used to a certain amount of outlandishness. "Yo, you're gonna have to calm like all the way the fuck down. It's too early, or I guess late for you to be that fucking lit," Frankie said as she approached hands slipped into the ptockes of sweatpants which hung gently off her hips. She was staring directly up into Maximillian's face from a few steps in front oof him, seemingly completely relaxed.

[Bloodedge]

Even Donnie didn't want to think what the cost of a 24-count package of those condoms would be now. Perhaps in time, production would catch up and balance the price a bit. In the meantime, he'd just have to keep spending ridiculous amounts for something already difficult to find in most places. "Either cost of life, or cost of a life, feel me? One of those got a lot more time involved. I mean, I ain't against kids or nothin', but life already be crazy out here," Donnie said. He cut himself short, if only to avoid being the one to start an entire theoretical discussion about children. Greed was certainly the descriptor of current desires, but... "Nah ma, it's your birthday," Donnie argued. Surely everyone was allowed to be a little self-centered on the anniversary of their birth. At least, that was the excuse in Donnie's head. Eventually, slowing the pace didn't help at all. Donnie had to grasp the base of his shaft again. This time, he managed to hold the condom in place and pull back with no issue, before ultimately flooding it just as he'd flooded the five before. It seemed they were quite possibly being bated into seeing Veronica again. Well... "Hngh─! Guess it's about breakfast time now, huh? If she ain't got any, we'll figure somehin' out."

At Francesca's suite, Giorno heard confirmation that the woman of present interest had yet to awaken. Strange as that was, everything in this world was odd now. So much understanding was still to be gained. One thing Francesca herself was soon to understand was what Giorno meant about Maxamillian Kreuz. She wasn't too far off with the Nazi thought, but that wasn't even the whole of it. "You'll see," he responded. Lo and behold, Max's entrance was well beyond the cusp of drunk and disorderly. He'd already been stopped in public by an officer along the way for yelling and carrying on, but apparently that had results in his favor. Once he laid eyes on Francesca, the woman's words hardly registered. He did, however, still stumbled closer with every intention of grabbing her chin. "Ach du meine Güte! Look at die Drake Frau! Das is die good Drake! Ach du meine Güte!" he rambled. "Come come, look at you! Wunderschön! Much shorter in person, but Ich mag! You wear die boa, yes? Und nothing else?" While Max was carrying on, Giorno was openly scoffing, ready to interject at a moment's notice. By the time he did, however, Max was already moving his hand down the hemline of Francesca's top into her bosom. "Maximillian, there is no celebration that calls for being this drunk."

[Apollymi]

Donnie and Nikki were in a current state of winding down. It took quite a lot of time for that last one to finish and as it did, they were having a conversation about the cost of those 6 condoms they'd now used up. "Life is pretty crazy already. Still, it's brilliant that you don't dislike kids or anything... I do actually like children~" Nikki mused. Whether she wanted to make some immediately or not wasn't a big deal. Meanwhile, there was the fact that today was Nikki's birthday, and thus her greed was apparently allowable. "Remember you said that if I ask for something crazy~"Nikki said as the pull out and filled condom happened. A sigh left her, and she couldn't help but continue thinking about something strange she'd found herself wondering about. Perhaps it was simply a matter of experiencing something too good? She'd never had such a thought before, even while feeling what she thought was the pinnacle of relief. Ah but what about breakfast and Nikki's older sister? Well, that was something else, "Yeah, probably about time for that... we can pick up something. She might not have fed herself anything but cake by now~ And I guess we'll find out how much those things cost, she didn't say she was expecting me to share so I assume she has a box of her own, at least," Nikki said relaxing just a bit. Her legs finally shook themselves the rest of the way lose and she allowed herself to collapse for a few minutes on the couch and properly enjoy the fact that she'd gotten worked all the way over.

Meanwhile, Francesca's suite was becoming home to a rather interesting crossroads between a couple of the worlds best designers. Giorno Giovanna had taken on Francesca as his newest muse, and now she was being allowed to see, the kind of man one Maximillian Kreuz was... and Serena would be watching from a nearby couch by the time Maximillian began stumbling properly into the room. The door closed with a soft click while, Francesca stood and aimed words that were way less formal than they could be towards a man who was obviously very intoxicated. German, was a very aggressive language, with invisible vowels, as Francesca would put it. "I didn't catch any of that... I mean, context and recognizable words are one thing, but I'm gonna need a translation," she said looking to Serena. That young woman chuckled, "I am sure you don't actually want one, I assume you caught the girl Drake is the good Drake part, it's the most pressing part," Serena managed almost cheekily. She spoke all the necessary languages enough to know that Maximillian was being quite crass, but she'd also walked here with him. What was more, Max, wasn't quite done yet, he'd... stumbled up had a proper look, complete with grabbing of the girl's chin, which gave him a full view directly into her face, blue eyes and particularly terse expression with that long scar crossing it. Max then gave something that sounded like a compliment, stated he thought she'd be taller, and wanted her to wear the boa, and nothing else. "I guess I don't have to question if that one was a come on. Also I am exactly what I am... all you are tall. And freakishly handsy, I have been touched more in the last 5 hours than I have in like 3 years." Francesca asserted wondering exactly what this man thought he was seeing. When Giorno finally spoke it was to mention that Maximillian didn't need to be this drunk regardless of the celebration, Francesca chortled finding that funny, "Right? man's lit! And very aggressive first thing in the morning, but I suppose it's more a late night for him," Francesca said. She'd not answered about the boa, but she was giving this man as thorough an examination as she'd given Giorno a bit earlier. Serena was watching as she always would and could see the mental calculations playing across the other woman's face.

[Bloodedge]

Apparently, Nikki liked children. Donnie was quite fond of them as well, being the sort who performed and interacted with local children back home, and... "Oh..." he muttered, flopping onto his backside next to Nikki. He needed a breather, but he also needed to find some sense in his head somewhere. One day, maybe he'd get around to that. "Damn, I don't think I'm makin' it to Japan. I gotta catch a plane back to New York for the elementary school," he said. Either way, Donnie was told to remember his comment about Nikki's greed whenever she asked for something crazy. He shrugged. "You can ask me for whatever you want. I just went through six rubbers, and it was the craziest shit I ever seen!" he praised between one monumental breath and another. As for their plan to meet with Ronnie, he wondered if she might have more of those contraceptives. Nikki didn't know the cost of them... but he did. "Shit's like 50 bands for a 3-pack," he said quickly. "I'ma need a minute though. Nigga gotta breathe."

In the meantime, Maximillian wasn't taking his eyes off Francesca at all. He didn't even consider pulling his hands away either, though his words were missed in most cases. Drunk as he was, Max hardly had the ability to rely on speaking English. Luckily, Serena was around to break down the more important parts of conversation. Even Giorno could provide some context, but he wouldn't bother with most of it. He didn't have anything to say until Francesca commented on the handsy nature of men she'd encountered today. "I was trying to tell you before," he stated. Those who couldn't appreciate the look of Francesca Drake because of that scar were simply... wrong. If even Maximillian could see while too drunk to see more than two feet ahead of himself, there was no getting around the point. Ah, but while they were chatting... Max proved he could at least see as far as Francesca's mouth, as he was leaning in to claim it with his own, right at the end of her statement. Whether acceptable or not, Max was also reaching out to grab Francesca's waist, as though he intended to lock in her position during the attack.