<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Nikki wasn't dissuaded from enjoying children at all. A moment after everything else, though, Donnie was thinking about something. An obligation moved across his face, as if it was something he'd forgotten about completely. "You are going back to an elementary school? You performing for some little kids? And why would that stop you from going to Japan?" she couldn't help but wonder. She knew almost everything there was to know about King Don, but hearing about his choices from his own perspective was quite important. Besides, she'd heard Lost Galaxy wasn't supposed to leave when they did, she couldn't imagine an emergency type of trip being a super short one. Beyond that point apparently, Nikki was allowed to ask for whatever she wanted, according to Donnie. The events of the early hours of her birthday were enough that he could say he'd give her whatever she wanted. "Careful, mate!~ Offers like that are dangerously open-ended~" she said in a teasing voice. Still, they were both going to relax for a bit. "It's not just you mate, I don't think I've been that worked up in ages~" she said. Whatever time would be passing for them, eventually showers, food pickup and travel were in order to make breakfast with her older sister.

Max was a wildcard being introduced to a young woman who had no reason to understand how wild life could be. He touched her, and then didn't stop doing so once his hands settled. Francesca didn't feel endangered but she thought it was rather ridiculous to get that sort of treatment without even a proper word based introduction. The knowledge that the man was drunk didn't eveen need to be shared, she could smell alcohol on him when he closed the distance. "Trying to tell me, what? How weird today was going to be?" Francesca managed as she pointed out the handsy nature of European men. Soon enough though Frankie would be learning something strange. European men, didn't come equipped with normal people's boundaries. No sooner than she'd stopped speaking did a mouth lean into her hers. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise, and Serena was observing from a distance. "Ah, she must have thought there was some truth to the rumors. Buongiorno, Signore~" Serena said and observed as Francesca's natural bodily reaction took over. Lips met lets and that wasn't a terrible thing. If anything a ridiculously attractive man making out with her was far from her no list. She was also absolutely certain of the amount of alcohol he'd ingested now... and as her hips were grabbed those eyes widened again. 'Holy shit, I guess he's actually not gay at all, and that was absolutely a come on, but damn, I haven't even brushed my teeth yet, the fuck are Eruopeans on?!' she questioned herself internally. Even so that small body seemed to relax quite a bit with a hand so close to her rear she would have questioned the race of the man touching her.

[Bloodedge]

Lost Galaxy's impromptu trip to Japan was directly related to one Dreameater's emergency needs. It did squeeze nicely enough into existing plans that Donnie could have made the trip, ensured everything was alright, and still made his way back to America for a plan of his own. "Yeah, I got some reading thing back home I said I'd do. I agreed to the Japan thing 'cause I'd still be able to make it back after a day or two. Can't do it now; I gotta head straight back from here to make it," he explained. Of course, the most annoying part was going to be finding a plane... and having to actually board one. Well, that was a matter for later. For now, while they took the necessary steps to move on, there was a topic of Donnie's dangerously open-ended offer. "I ain't worried about it. I'm feelin' too good right now to trip about somethin' like that," he asserted. And with that, the minutes began passing.

During that same time, Francesca was being directly assaulted by a drunken German fashion icon... and seemingly having no issues with it. Giorno groaned in embarrassment. He could only wonder why Max thought that was a reasonable approach, but at least the tall male wasn't kneed in the crotch right away. "Quell'idiota," he grumbled, a finger to his temple as his eyes shifted toward Serena. "Did you have to deal with this on the way here? Scusa," he pleaded, taking the time to approach the pink-haired pair. Max didn't seem to be waiting around. He was tugging at Francesca's clothing, much to Giorno's annoyance. "What are you doing?! Do not ruin my clothes!" Giorno demanded. Alas, Max would already be working his way under the woman's shirt if uninterrupted. He'd even be making a clear effort to have his tongue swimming into her mouth while Giorno tugged at her waist from the other side.

[Apollymi]

Donnie and Nikki were in their afterglow, having a casual conversation about the nature of Lost Galaxy's emergency and why Donnie was going along with it. Apparently a quick trip to Japan to make sure his friend's situation was alright wouldn't have interfered with a previous engagement with a reading based charity at an elementary school in his home state. "Oh? That's an awesome thing to be involved with though, innit? I love stuff like that... I just finished some work I was doing before fashion week that was connected to a kid based venture. I love to hear stuff like that," Nikki said as she lounged just a bit. "I got a home girl who is an awesome travel agent, she might be able to help with the flights if you don't have some set up," Nikki offered pretty freely, knowing that her friend was definitely the type to help out for something like that. "If you're not worried, that's good. Though I can't say it's okay to leave your random future in the hands of a super fan~" Nikki said jokingly. Still, as the minutes passed, she'd eventually pull herself up. Have a shower, make new clothing for herself and Donnie, make sure to collect everything from their day in the hotel room and eventually they'd be waiting on a car to show up to take them back to Ronnie's flat.

At the same time, a makeout was starting between Francesca and Maximillian, while Giorno grumbled about the nature of the man himself. He was indeed very drunk and Serena had seen something else instead. "No, nothing so aggressive. I did however watch him tell a police officer that he was the only man who looked bad in a uniform," Serena said seemingly amused by the entire situation. Still, there was the matter of Francesca, who now had an alcohol covered tongue heading into her mouth, which, quite frankly she wasn't able to deny allowing to happen. A hand was soon underneath her shirt and that was also making her body curve, until it didn't. And then there was a tug at her waist as a tongue began swimming in her mouth. A different set of hands one's she'd become intimiately familiar with in the hours before. 'Ain't no way!' she thought as the movements of her body naturally aligned to hips moving against Giorno. "I would advise caution with Miss Drake. She isn't awakened yet, Signore Kreuz~" Serena let those words fall out, figuring that Giorno had probably figured it out for himself by now. Still the pink haired woman was also red faced, eeventually she might actually manage to separate their faces and maybe not get pulled between two men, not that... she wasn't currently enjoying the attention. Though she'd not even tried to free herself before this moment she needed to establish something, "WHOA! I'mma need you to calm all the way the fuck down! I'm sure I'm drunk from just kissing you!" she'd exclaim whenever she got a moment.

[Bloodedge]

It seemed Donnie's conundrum didn't have to be much of one at all. One of Nikki's associates was a travel agent ─ one of repute who may be able to help with flight planning. He didn't want to let down the kids who idolized him back home, so Donnie would easily take that opportunity. "Word? If you got a hookup like that, I can't turn it down. Big ups to you and your girl," he agreed without so much as a second thought. "It ain't a huge thing. Just some little kid stories for the young'ins, keep 'em out the streets if the same nigga they heard rappin' violent shit is out here readin' Mama Goose and all that. Don't need more little niggas comin' up like I did," he rambled as they progressed. As for leaving his immediate future in the hands of a super fan, Donnie didn't have a single qualm with the idea ─ at least not in this case. "Not my choice to make, ma. Didn't you say I'm supposed to be your birthday present from the world or somethin'? I gotta play my part, feel me?"

While that pair was waiting to enter another vehicle, Maximillian was unabashedly preparing to enter Francesca Drake. Maybe, just maybe... he even remembered what he'd come here for. It didn't seem to matter much either way, as his attempts to get under her top were hardly halted by Giorno's interjection. "Frocio," Giorno said about the other man's alleged commentary toward a policeman. With that, he was quite focused on trying to pry Francesca from the German's grubby hands. Her body moved in response to both men's touches, but the eventual result was an outburst against Max... if it could be called that. What Serena had to say about Francesca not being a Hunter was no apparent concern of his, and he had no intention of 'calming down' as Francesca put it. "Es ist die celebration, ja? Be drunk und naked!" Max insisted as one hand journeyed back down Francesca's abdomen, seemingly hellbent on slipping beneath sweatpants to reach her crotch. At the same time, Giorno had a tendril of fabric just barely managing to keep the other male from advancing too quickly. "Can't you hear, bastardo? Unawakened! You don't have any tact, just a drunken rapist! You're only here for la lingerie!"

[Apollymi]

Nikki had a friend who might be quite helpful with travel plans and accommodations. She'd call her pretty soon, just to check in with her. "Right, she's great. Haven't seen her in a while but you two would definitely hit it off~ Besides all that she's a miracle worker, she always gets me where I need to be~" Nikki said happily. Whenever she got dressed she'd pull her phone out of her magic item box and make that phone call. Beyond that, she got a fuller explanation of what Donnie was doing at that elementary school. And apparently, it involved reading to small children and getting them into nursery rhymes instead of worse behaviors. "That's brilliant, mate. Probably one of the best of those I've ever heard of~" she complimented earnestly. She had a great soft spot in her heart for that sort of thing, her own upbringing led to a similar type of thing for herself in a different kind of social climate. By the time they moved on from that, Donnie was bringing up something Nikki had said, "Oi you heard that? I swear that was in my head," she said looking a bit sheepish. Being high had made her far too honest. And soon enough she was holding up her phone, dialing 'Frankie' and having the phone ring and ring.

Meanwhile, Francesca definitely wouldn't be seeing that phone call from a close friend. No she was far too busy being accosted by a horny German fashion designer and soon enough pinned between that pink haired man and the blonde Giorno, while wondering what kind of day she was actually having. At the same time, Serena was having an honest chortle at the use of a certain derogatory term, which had her literally covering her mouth afterward, as if she didn't want to draw attention to her herself. At the same time, Francesca eventually mounted something closer to a defense, while Giorno seemed fairly invested in keeping Max from going too far. By the time she managed to get her lips and tongue free, there was a hand slipping into her sweatpants, being halted by a tendril. "Don't get me wrong I'm not against it or anything. I'm on vacation, I like to party as much as the next girl. And being sandwiched between two fashion gods is not helping at all but ah... " there was a pause in her speech. "Wanna explain why it matters if I'm awakened or not... I mean it isn't like I run around talking to Hunters or anything, aside from knowing they need special accommodations when traveling," she pointed out. There was obviously something missing from her understanding, but maybe that was because of the odd interactions with the Hunters closest to her in life. While she worked through a pair of hands moving about her body way too freely and another seemingly interested in protecting her and her clothing, her phone would be ringing to voice mail.

[Bloodedge]

The ongoing conversation came with movement between Donnie and Nikki. A healthy little chat about Nikki's travel agent contact and Donnie's agreement to help carried them to the time of the car arriving. Donnie managed to step out without leaving anything this time ─ mostly because he hadn't brought anything extra with him. Alas, he remained shirtless due to the earlier oversight while exiting the suite, approaching the car as Nikki dialed her contact. Ring, ring... nothing. "She got the day off? I mean, it's kinda early out here too," he said in front of an open car door, looking out to the recently-risen sun.

Max was told he'd only been invited for the lingerie exchange. "Keh!" he scoffed right in Francesca's face at the other man's words. "What are you talking about? I am here for die muschi ─ eh, die pussy!" Max replied, correcting himself. His free hand moved down to snatch at Francesca's sweatpants, aiming to jerk them down. Ah, but what of the warning about her not being awakened? "It doesn't matter, Fraulein! You give die muschi, ja? Come, come!" he chattered. Those rough tugs had Giorno reacting for the safety of Francesca and the clothes alike. He had those sweatpants unravel at the point of contact with Max's hand ─ something that would prevent her being pulled too hard or the fabric being torn, but also something that Max accepted as easier access. "Gut, gut!" the pink-haired man exclaimed, moving to unzip his own trousers. "Herr Giovanna, make yourself useful! Be die wall, ja? Fraulein, open die legs, come see die heaven!"

[Apollymi]

Soon enough they were redressed and though Donnie had neither shirt nor jacket but seemingly comfortable. Nikki was one of those who smiled happily as she did all things and would definitely be offering to make the man a shirt once they settled in for the car ride. Even so, it was kind of crazy that her phone call hadn't gone though. It would only be when Donnie mentioned how early it was that Nikki would shake her head and tap her own head with her palm. "Bloody hell, I've gone nutters. It's gotta be like 3 in the morning on the east coast of the US, right? She'll call back when she wakes up, she always does~" Nikki managed as she slipped into that open car door. Once inside she looked at Donnie properly. "Did you want another outfit, mate?, A hoodie or something? It's chilly out here~" she mentioned almost casually. She could easily make something a bit more comfortable for him to move around in, there was no need for him to freeze in the early morning.

Meanwhile, Max wasn't really doing anything that Francesca wasn't willing to participate in. She simply found herself completely aghast by how very forward these two men had been since meeting them. Well, technically she'd not even met the pink haired man. Not a name was spoken nor a regular greeting offered. "Woah, I don't think I've met a man tryna hop down so fast. Is there a clock I don't know about, coochie timer ticking away somewhere," Francesca managed. But now she was learning German swear words. Another chuckle would come from Serena who would explain from a calmer standpoint while two grown men essentially argued over clothing and a small worman. "To be a muse is to be an object of affections. Objects must also be used from time to time, capisce?" Serena offered words while seeming to be completely unbothered. Francesca wasn't even fighting, she'd already agreed to the fucking it was simply a lot very quickly with no time for mental preparation. It was very odd for her to be wanted with such aggression. "Yeah, I got ya. I've never been this person before. Men in Europe just be wilin', huh?" Francesca said seemingly surprised, but pants were being removed, she figured it was best if she simply slipped out of her top before something else got rippped or torn. "Open my legs you'll show me heaven hun? We just slinging meat, tongues, and german cuss words first thing in the fucking morning, right? Good fuckin' mornin' huh?~" there was some outright sarcasm there, but those legs of hers would spread just the same. "What I need a wall for? Do ya'll get down like that?" she couldn't help but be curious, that completely unmarred body was something that was now being shown to Maximillian from the front.

[Bloodedge]

Once Nikki entered the car, Donnie followed suit and seated himself right beside her. In that time, he heard her mention the east coast of the United States ─ which was definitely a good reason for her contact to be unreachable. "Oh, she American? Yeah, I dunno if it's that early, but the sun definitely ain't up back home yet," he offered. There was no real rush either way, so Donnie didn't seem worried about it for the moment. In the meantime, Nikki offered him a replacement shirt. According to the birthday girl, it was a bit chilly out. Donnie shrugged. "Girl I'm like a radiator, but a nigga don't say no to some Lotus drip. You spoilin' me a little, but I got you back~"

All the while, Francesca seemed surprised by how very ready for intercourse Maximillian was. Her joke wasn't missed by Giorno, but Max himself was still making very direct moves. "I think they call it a disability," Giorno said about Max's mental state presently. Following a cursory explanation from Serena, who appeared unnaturally comfortable to be witnessing such a scene, Francesca seemed to be going with the flow. Her top was rising to match the removal of her sweatpants and Max's trousers. By the time her legs spread even slightly, Max's long arms were moving around her body to jerk down Giorno's breeches as well. "Hey! Nobody told you to touch me!" the Italian complained while Max rose again, having every intention of lifting Francesca's legs with him. "Ja, ja, nobody said das und das. Just take die back und have die fun!" Max insisted. "Und you, fraulein, you need a wall for this~" he continued, addressing Francesca as the full visual of his erection disappeared below her undercarriage... though she would instead be able to see Giorno's stiffness coming from the other direction, as all the earlier bumping and grasping admittedly had him in a physical state of readiness as well. Aloud, Giorno only had one thing to say. "Stop making assumptions, bastardo... and get your cock off my cock!"

[Apollymi]

Nikki's contact was indeed an American and had been her travel agent for a few years. They'd become friends during a trip or two and hung out frm time to time. "Yeah, that's on me. It's probably surprising, but it's definitely not even the first time I've done that exact thing~" Nikki said bout calling the woman during strange hours, simply forgetting to even check what time of day it was before making a phone call. No matter, she offered the man a sweat-shirt, or even a new shirt so he didn't have to walk round topless in a chilly London morning. According to Donnie, he was a radiator but, he wouldn't turn down the drip from her in particular. "Innit? You're pretty warm all the time, but... insulation is important~" Nikki said. As she reached into her magic item box. She touched a few materials of odd quality, ending with her creating a sweatshirt of a light but infinitely comfortable magical material and on the inside of the hood and the internal fabric were patterned blue lotuses. "It's hardly spoiling. Call it the main benefit to being a muse~ Though I'll take all you got to give in return. Not like I'd say no to you~" Nikki said lightly. Eventually they were being dropped in front of Ronnie's building again. And she was preparing to lead the man up.

While a more normal looking morning was setting up for Donnie and Nikki, Francesca was sandwiched between very attractive fashion designers wondering how her morning took such an extreme turn. Giorno called the forwardness of the German man a disability, and Francesca could only agree. Still, her question of whether or not they got down the way she thought, was answered by Giorno's disapproval of his own body being touched for partial stripping. "Alright, so not that different from normal. Didn't know I'd meet up with extremes today," Frankie said. All the while, Serena continued to passively watch, there wasn't anything crazy about this and she didn't mind not being included for various reasons. Still, while a pair talked like normal people, the German man seemed to be taking a short road towards a quick end. "Oh, maybe a bit more getting along then," Frankie decided. Well, good thing she wasn't the type of person who didn't get down with a bit of anal. Francesca then got to watch the hint of a cock going towards disappearing into her body, but it was simply under it. She was now naked, there were two hard cocks in her immediate vincity one of which she was reasonably familiar with already and the German man's. "This is a lot of dick for one person. I'm bout it though..." Frankie said, well she was a bit of a hedonist. "I mean it's crazy to assume, but... I am actually into it," she said casually. Whether she actually needed a wall or not, all of this extra excitement did get her quite worked up. Max at least wouldn't have much of any problem getting himself into her front, and Giorno could wedge himself in if he wanted all would be well, as she was held up, legs spread a bit confused by the nature of the relationship between these two men. It wasn't her first threesome, but it was the first time the two men, didn't stand all the way across her body from each other. This wasn't exactly going to be a spit roasting.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie knew the struggles of international friendships quite well. The same way Nikki apparently reached out to her contact so early in the morning, Donnie had woken up to numerous missed calls and messages over the past year or so. "I always end up on the other side of that. That and gettin' drunk calls early in the day," he said lightheartedly. Moments later, their ride featured the simple creation of another Blue Lotus special, which Donnie took hold of without hesitation. He did always like a nice hoodie. This one had the added benefit of showing the Blue Lotus insignia in its lining, whether the hood was up or down. Without a doubt, Donnie would be slipping into that piece immediately. "Ayo? Hol'on, I'm aboutta be dishwasher clean!" he said excitedly. With that, Donnie was hurriedly-yet-carefully shoving his torso into the hoodie... twice, since he'd done so backwards the first time. Shortly after that, they were reaching Ronnie's penthouse as he considered methods of favor repayment. "I think I got a few more tracks cookin'. That Spanish song started comin' together earlier."

At the same time, some assumptions about Americans were being debunked in real time. By the time Francesca was raised above two men's erections with one being told to make use of her backdoor, the man in question took issue with the suggestion. What his experience said was definitely more of a European thing, was seemingly not the case with this one. According to Francesca herself, she was into the idea. "You see? These Americans, they start liking die buttfucking now! Und what is wrong with crossing die swords? We share, herr Giovanna!" Max slurred. He paid no attention to the state of Francesca's undercarriage. Luckily, that wouldn't make much of a difference... but unluckily, Giorno considered himself having the first claim. Being the one whose hands weren't occupied, he had an easy time angling his own cock upward, pressing it to Francesca's folds. "Hmph. If you are going to be this way about it, let me remind you the hierarchy. I was here first. I am not taking some frocio's remnants. Eh, Franci?"

[Apollymi]

Among the many things shared by a pair of artists, was the struggles of international friendships. Nikki chuckled aloud hearing about the light tones of drunken phone calls that hit earlier in the day than many people could have dealt with, "Bwaha~ Bruv, I'm not gonna lie. I've done that too. No idea how many times I've called Ronnie and she's just waking up or having lunch while she's traveling and I'm at a club somewhere wasted!~" she said finding the whole thing amusing. "Or the reverse that happens too. I'll just be getting ready to turn in for the night and I'll get a call from someone and end up wired for the rest of the day~" she said. It was lighthearted and it was good to have people you could connect with, even if time zones and the like often got in the way. Beyond that a simple hoodie, designed for Donnie specifically was one he liked. He sang it's praises and rushed to slip into it, so fast he did it wrong initially. "Hehe!~ Love to see it, mate. I'd make the whole wardrobe just to watch you get excited about it~" she pointed out happily. Beyond that apparently that Spanish song she'd technically requested was coming together. "Is it? Can't wait for that one, mate!~ Nothing like being ready for a new release~" she said. Soon enough she'd be leading him back up stairs at her sister's place, not bothering to alert her ahead of time that they were coming back, figuring it'd be easy enough to find her.

Meanwhile, Francesca was learning that Europeans lived a very different life from Americans, but she was at least managing to exceed certain expectations. The German man spoke of Americans coming around to anal and the like, and claimed there was nothing wrong with crossing swords as they were sharing. "Yeah, not everyone into that," Francesca pointed out. Though she was, she also had heard it called 'a white girl thing'. Well, that wasn't the only oddity she possessed either. As she was situated between the two men, it seemed that Giorno came to his own decision. He wouldn't be following up Maximillian. No... he'd be taking first, as he shifted he was placed against Francesca's folds making her wiggle just a bit and sigh. "I ain't catch all that, but when you say my name like that, I ain't about to argue~" she admitted. Another little snort came from Serena as she suppressed the desire to laugh at the way Giorno chose to discuss Max even to his drunken face. Ah, well all would be fine. Even if he decided to take the other hole or her mouth, Francesca wouldn't leave the other man out if he decided he wanted to be part of this first round regardless.

[Bloodedge]

And so, the pair in that car continued to chat about the most random life experiences. They had a similar list of happenings with international friendships and the like. "Bro, that's the worst! Mitty be all the way out in Australia hittin' me up when he off that molly! Sendin' me pictures of some groupies like I ain't tryna sleep, now I gotta deal wit' that!" he complained, a hair's breadth from laughter all the while. When Donnie finally got into that new piece, Nikki jokingly offered a full wardrobe just for his reactions. Well... it didn't seem to be much of a joke, nor was it something Donnie would turn down. "Shit, you keep that up and I'll change out the whole closet. Might have to drop you a whole album or somethin', but... that'll be a hot minute for real," he said as they ascended toward Ronnie's abode once more.

Giorno wasn't about to play second fiddle to Maximillian when he'd been the one to discover the gem Francesca. He put himself in position to claim her womanhood from behind and below, and she wasn't arguing. Moreover, there was further laughter from Serena in response to a familiar, yet unknown phrase from Giorno. "What is this mockery? And what do you keep saying?!" the drunk man demanded. In that moment, Giorno became a little more animated ─ a full four-fingered pinch flashing in an aggressive gesture as his body jerked. "I call you a faggot, Maxi, a faggot!" he shouted. At the same time, Giorno's hips were thrusting for a more passionate entry to Francesca's canal than he may have intended... but Giorno was one of the greatest healers this world had to offer, and thus wasn't concerned about the rough claiming. Max, however, had been left out to dry. No way was he going to take that. "Der Scheißkerl! Fine! Fraulein, something else for you," he decided. The boa still slung from his left arm would be wrapped around Francesca's neck once he released her legs. Max would then use the garment as leverage meant to pull her head down, specifically toward his groin. He didn't back away very much, but the drunk gave no thoughts to what kind of contortion would be required of his own body, much less someone else's at any given moment.

[Apollymi]

Nikki wasn't the only one who called weird or was calling at weird times. He complained about one of his friends, calling, being wasted, groupies being around and it being right before bed. "Yep, that exactly. I'm on a shoot guess who I met, and then some random full body selfie with a male model, basketball player, movie star... whatever. And I'm just trying to have tea and a kip," she agreed immediately. So easily did they discuss things, it was almost too perfect for the pair of them to have a casual conversation. No matter, they'd eventually move on from that to clothing. Nikki wasn't really joking about making him a wardrobe specifically to see his clothing choices. She would rather easily do so she would. As for an upcoming album in her honor or anything like that she waved off any potential wait. "Nah, mate. King Don albums are quality, always worth the wait~" she said almost teasingly. Soon enough she was on the fright floor and doing a quick check of the regular apartment. Upon finding it empty she sighed and turned to look down the hall. "I guess today is the day I enter the weird one," Nikki said. There was a strange sense of foreboding in her soul, as she closed the other apartment door and walked town the hall towards the 'Shag Flat' that belonged to her sister. She had the credentials to enter, and would be doing so, only to find, Ronnie, posed by the door, in full cat attire and a thong bikini, looking ready to play a full pet right by the door paw up and everything. Only to look at Nikki and pause. "You didn't open the box. I set up this whole thing so we could ask for milk for breakfast and you aren't even dressed!" Ronnie said with pride and slight sisterly disappointment. Meanwhile, Nikki was looking at this entry way and seeing way more sexual imagery than she would have expected.

Speaking of sexual imagery one wouldn't expect. Francesca Drake, never imagined, spending a morning in a London hotel, with two gods of fashion, sandwiched between them trying to discuss the terms of a threesome. Nor would one be expecting the hilarity of a worked up Italian man, explaining in his Italian accent that he'd been calling the aggressive and loud German man, a faggot. But it happened. Serena could no longer hold it in, a laugh spilling out of her lips without anything to restrain it. At the same time, Francesca already beginning a descent would be receiving a bit more roughness than initially intended in that hip thrust, but it wasn't something she disliked, and oddly enough it also wasn't something that did any real harm to her insides. Surely she'd be a bit sore, but that wouldn't be a problem. "Yo, I'm trying to take a dick longer than summer, don't me me laugh~~" she managed a moan coming from between her lips. No matter what her body had lost a bit of tension and that slide into her canal was something which would be felt and gently added to by the wiggling of her hips. Still that boa would soon be slipped around her, and she felt something so delightful, she'd give pause to think about it. "Woah, that's fucking awesome!~" she said about the piece itself, as for the cock coming towards her, she was more than prepared for that too. "Aight," she managed, as she leaned in. A cock would be taken towards her face, licked from head to base, and have a hand placed upon it, while she went to take his left ball in to her mouth instead of the shaft initially. It would be treated to tongue teasing and moisture before she moved on to the other and such would be the way a threesome began.

[Bloodedge]

When they finally reached the suite belonging to Ronnie, the very same one they'd all been hanging out in the previous day... there was no one present. Donnie couldn't imagine that being normal. The model seemed very adamant about their meeting, so he expected her to be around by breakfast. Ah, but Nikki brought up the second room ─ the one he'd been inside briefly. "Oh yeah... that makes sense," Donnie mumbled. And so, they progressed toward the next suite... where Ronnie would be seen in mere moments, sporting something he couldn't take his eyes off. A full sexy cat getup, complete with a thong bikini, was so very... Veronica Corbyn. "... DAYUM," was all Donnie managed after being stunned to silence initially. "This how y'all get down around here? Bro I'm movin' in!"

Meanwhile, as Max finally learned what Giorno had to say about him, Francesca complained about having to laugh while receiving the blonde male. "Scusi," Giorno grumbled with a sigh. He made an effort to correct himself to delve deeper into Francesca's core. Of course, this was made easier as she was bent at the waist to lick Max's erection ─ unexpectedly from tip to base, as opposed to the opposite path. "Sehen, sehen!" the German spoke, watching in a brief moment of sobriety as Francesca drew his testicle into her mouth. These Americans were finally learning something, he thought. He took his own shaft in hand, moving it aside to look in the woman's face while stroking himself slowly. "Mmm, Drake frau, das gut. You like using die tongue?" he asked in a seemingly leading manner. As Giorno sank fully into her depths, he groaned again. "You're pushing it, Maxi. Learn to be happy with things."

[Apollymi]

Nikki and Donnie walked to the original flat that belonged to one Veronica Corbyn and found it empty. The world's most famous super model was far too adamant about the breakfast date to simply have mistimed it. A simple change in venue to one of the other flats she owned the floor, would lead to a greeting. A woman, dressed like a sexy cat, wondering why her sister wasn't dressed for the occasion. Once there, Donnie seemed to be quite taken with the sight, it was one to appreciate, Nikki wasn't even mad about that part. Veronica for her part in this moved to the side to let them both the rest of the way in, allowing the door to close behind them. "You should have two pets right now, but somebody didn't open her other birthday present," Ronnie said, turning to sashay away in full model walk, a tail swaying along with her hips. "Oy, it ain't like that... you know I can't just open things you give me since I got older. Those presents be crazy," Nikki said. She opened her magic item box and pulled forth a wrapped box with a lid which could be easily removed. It was a normal looking large box, purple wrapping paper and all. As she walked in she looked around the room and saw everything. Upon opening the box, Nikki would find in it, a special pair of bunny ears, a collar with a crown charm (commissioned from Celeste Cartier), a bunny tail butt plug and another pair of very strappy shoes. The last thing in the box, was a trench coat so she could have surprised the lad after putting the outfit on, if she, so choose. "What the hell were you planning?" Nikki asked holding up the bunny tail, half shocked. "A fun day. So get dressed, and tell me how it went, did you settle up for the damages to the hotel room?" Veronica said while approaching those stripper poles.

Francesca's complaint was noted, and Giorno, as nice as he'd been this entire time, apologized. Still, he was pushing himself further into her body than many would have ever gotten. With the slight change in positioning Francesca could simply moan and enjoy, just the same her mouth was also busy. After she licked a cock from tip to base, she'd taken to sucking balls. She didn't have to speak German to understand fully how pleased the man was. He even moved his cock out of her way, stroking it himself and watching as she busied herself in the way she generally chose to do so. By the time she was looking up at him with large blue eyes, he was asking a question she found... leading. She talked to too many people in a day to not recognize a trap being laid. As she switched to the other she gave him a wary brow twitch, "You 'bout to say something crazy, right?" she pointed out. Serena watched, "That's almost a bit more like us than I would have expected from an American. Still, he is about to ask something you would think crazy," Serena pointed out. At the same time, Giorno was sinking in properly and managing to try and discourage the man across from him, from pushing his luck. This only furhtered what Francesca thought... a tongue teasing this man's balls wasn't too new to him, and he was one of those who'd gotten someone to do something most wouldn't consider reasonable. Still, she'd wait to hear the request while her tongue traced the seam of his sac and worked each jewel individually, moans extra warming them.