<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

Moronic. That was another mental note Giorno made for Casper Drake in his mind, adding it to a growing list of faults. Nikoleta Corbyn was what one might call a good girl ─ that much was true. On the other hand, she obviously practiced terrible decision-making to contrast her positive features. While Giorno kept a hand on Drake's face and rubbed away a terrible lipstick application, the pink-haired man reiterated his sexual orientation. Giorno didn't care about his preferences. Did Drake think he was worth pursuing by a man of Giorno's status, even if he were homosexual? Repulsive. Yet another tally. Much to Giorno's satisfaction, he silenced Drake before the next stupid sentence could finish passing his lips. It was definitely going to be something he hated regardless. Drake being visibly uncomfortable with the situation was of no concern, but did he understand Giorno's words? There was a nod. "Good boy," the blonde stated. "Serena, be a dear? Make a note about how rappers should save their words for songs instead of wasting busy people's time. Run it through my account," he instructed, knowing Serana would understand the unspoken part of the message as well. For Drake, he had several things to say ─ all starting with a picture he revealed on his phone. In that image was a buxom woman, pink hair and a long scar crossing her face. She looked like quite the hoodlum, but her features were objectively gorgeous. "This is your sister, yes?"

Donnie couldn't keep himself from commenting on the current experience. It seemed Ronnie agreed, returning the comment about flair and claiming there was a lot to like. Obviously she knew at least a bit of Spanish. "Good to─hnngh─know♫~" he said. Mid-sentence, Donnie had a minor hiccup. Why? Veronica hadn't stopped evolving yet. When her finger suddenly began prodding his dick hole, it sent a jolt through his shaft and up his spine. His entire body shivered each time, calming in increments as she continued. Ronnie would find a sticky bead formed against her fingertip as Donnie playfully lashed out against her lip with his tongue. "Yo, chill. You got me in a disadvantageous situation here, shorty~" he teased. At the same time, he figured there was a need for some balance. Donnie wasn't going to be the only one exposed, and things were heating up rather quickly. As such, his left hand slid up to lift Ronnie's shirt with it. Upon exposing both of her breasts to the open air, he'd promptly shield them with his hands ─ each catching a nipple between its foremost fingers as he squeezed and rubbed in opposing circles. "Nigga might have to crash out to keep up♪~"

[Apollymi]

Drake didn't think he'd done anything wrong... he couldn't have known what would set off a man as sensitive as Giorno Giovanna. He'd even offered the idea of not being gay, not even pausing to think that Giorno might not have thought him worthy of his attention. Now he couldn't even explain himself or apologize because his lips were sealed shut. This kind of thing was exactly why he didn't enjoy the Mage types that had been popping up with awakenings. They had an amount of power that outpaced even his own... it was almost ridiculous. What he got beyond that was called a good boy, for nodding his understanding. Still it happened so quickly after what he'd said about Nikki, even Drake thought there might have been some sort of connection. But... why, if he wasn't interested. That didn't make any real sense, and Nikki was a good girl, homebody, deep in her artwork, and not really caring what her boyfriend did as long as he made time for her. She was perfect for a low-maintenance relationship that a star like himself needed. He could almost imagine coming home to her at his place in the floor her hair pulled back... all of it. But for now, he was hearing an order being given to Serena who finally moved from her spot behind the desk. She walked over tablet inher hand. "Of course, Signore~" she offered politely. And that same polite smile remained in place as she took a picture of the man with a button for a mouth and then posted it to social media with the caption, "Rappers should save their words for songs, rather than wasting busy people's time." and such would be... how an imagine posted to the official account of Giorno Giovanna began to circulate. "All done, Signore. I'll keep an eye on it." she said politely as she went back to surfing other things the official account was tagged in and logged them away for Giorno's perusal at a later time. Soon enough though, Drake was looking at a picture of his older sister and now being forced to nod or shake his head to questions. Well, that was obviously his sister, he didn't know why the man wanted to talk about her, but he simply nodded at the end of the day. 'Frankie can take care of herself.' he thought quickly allowing himself to justify anything that happened between her and this crazy man.

At the same time, Donnie and Ronnie were getting pretty engrossed. Even pausing for a moment or two to banter, where Ronnie's obvious touch of a few languages came in handy for a couple of words at least. At this point, her work on his cock hadn't slowed at all, "You know you sing when you do that?~ Hot~" Ronnie explained in a single moment. Men liked to play at being stoic or mostly silent during sexual endeavors. There was always something satisfying about getting a few extra sounds out of a man. But a man who could honestly sing, made the whole thing way better. 'Damn should have given the singers a fair shake~' she thought leaving it there as she was told she had an unfair advantage. "Tough~" she said fully willing to commit to abusing his cock without him being able to properly retaliate. Of course, the real ones never truly took abuse, and Donnie was proving himself to be one o those. His retailiation, pulling up her shirt, covering hier bosoms was his hands, moving them in circles allowing her to feel the weight of them shifting. Her back arched naturally and she moaned while wiggling her hips. He licked at her lips and she opened her mouth again. "Crash out?" she posed it as a question before slipping her tongue into his mouth. She could only allow him to dominate so much before she got what she was looking for. That arch in her spine was used as a point to move her hips from, she'd rock, she'd stroke, she'd prod with both hands, hoping to get the lad where he needed to go... as she throbbed and took another step closer to her own orgasm.

[Bloodedge]

Once Casper Drake had a button for lips, Serena was the only person Giorno had to hear from. As was always the case, however, perhaps Drake should have researched the situation he was walking into beforehand. Maybe he would have known what to expect. Here and now, that button-mouth was being photographed and shown to the entire internet, starting with everyone who kept up with Giovanna, or even its subsidiary, Fendi. "Bene. Grazie, Serena," he expressed again once she completed the task. All the while, millions were already able to see Casper Drake in submissive posture before another man... with his lips literally fastened. The nod was all Giorno cared about. Once he had it, he released Drake's face. "Molto bene!" he said, leaning back slightly to look over Drake again. "So, here is the plan. I'm going to give you a suit. It's going to be one of the best things you've ever seen or worn. What I need you to do, is contact this sister of yours and tell her I'm interested in a meeting. Give her the contact information I will provide you; I can fly her out immediately. Then... I think I'll have a new line ready to launch~" he said, seeming oh so pleased with his current thoughts. "Serena, could you please slide me one of the fabric racks? Let's make it... kid mohair. One pink and one blue, per favore."

Meanwhile, Ronnie decided to point out Donnie's impromptu singing, calling it hot. "You wanna sing too?" he asked with a bit of cheek. From what he'd observed thus far, he could surely put Ronnie in a similar position to 'sing'... or something of the sort. Perhaps he'd add it to the establishment of equality, just as he'd plan to do with her reaction to acquiring advantages. Her breasts were claimed fully and molested with great focus ─ focus Donnie managed even as the woman's thighs seemed to gain focus of their own around his shaft. Dry-humping and similar non-penetrative things were strangely happening a lot today, but as this moment was a teenage dream of his... he wouldn't question it. He'd answer a question, though ─ after his tongue performed a veritable pirouette around Ronnie's. "Crash out, like show out, lose control. Fuck the consequences type shit~" he explained. "But that don't involve me bussin' all over the elevator somebody gotta get on, so Imma need you to chill down there~"

[Apollymi]

Drake didn't know that he'd be treated like this walking into a designer shop. The only designer he dealt with on a regular basis was his own girlfriend, who had a vested interest in ignoring his faults. He also didn't know that the general consensus around the community was that he wasn't good enough to share a space with Nikoleta Corbyn, and many were making that known in small ways. Here and now he was finding himself being publicly shamed by the same girl he'd been trying to hit on a few minutes before, 'She not even that cute, why is she acting like this too?' he wondered. Though the girl herself was being thanked for completing her task properly, "Prego, Signore." she stood at the ready to take notes or retrieve fabric making sure to keep detailed notes of the interaction. But it would seem he didn't have time to process his thoughts the way he would have wanted to. No, now he was listening to the fact that the man seemed pleased that the woman in the picture was indeed his elder sister. According to Giorno, Casper Drake would be receiving a suit, in exchange for passing along Giorno's contact information to his sister. 'She can handle herself.' Drake thought as he nodded. The worst thing that could happen was a similar sort of hazing ritual but his sister had unconventional looks so maybe it was simply that which made the man so interested. He did know she was a girl after all... so if he wanted someone with such an obvious defect that was on him. At the same time, Serena was called upon again to do her job. "Right away, Signore." she moved moved with precision in silence, pulling forward to racks of the rested fabric the color and type that Giorno asked for and placed them within reach before giving a little bow. Outside of this establishment however Drake's manager was seeing a picture of the man he'd just seen walk into the shop, with a button for lips. He covered his eyes in shame and almost wept. Why couldn't this man get through any interaction without it becoming an international incident?

At the same time, Donnie had Ronnie within that elevator acting all the way up. "Sing, eh? I don't think I got the vocals for that, but what do I know~" Ronnie said teasingly. Of course, she would allow this man to do most things he wanted with her, the experience itself, even on the kind of thing she'd expect to find a couple of kids doing was worth the full effort. Still as Ronnie tried to work him over she found herself moaning contentedly. A thick shaft between her thighs, that she could still handle with her hands on the other side, and even the lad's own speech was worth it. By the time he explained crashing out, he seemed to think that he was going to go all out and show out. But he also didn't want to end up with a load of his spunk all over the elevator. As an S-rank she knew the potential messiness of sex had gotten pretty far out of hand but that wasn't part of her intention either. "Well, I wasn't planning to let it get everywhere or anything but... what are you gonna do if I left up?" she wondered honestly willing to just relax a little bit.

[Bloodedge]

Giorno waited. With Drake unable to speak, he could think more clearly. As such, he left Serena the task of moving in the necessary materials while he looked over Drake and mentally assembled a look. In that same passage of time, he decided what to do with the rubbish Drake was already wearing. "You are never to wear something like this again. You are also never to let Maximillian Kreuz hear you compare this to anything fashionable in his country," he demanded. Whatever the case, Drake agreed to contact his sister. Once the fabrics were in place next to Drake, Giorno placed one hand upon that ridiculous fishnet top, while the other touched both fabric sheets. Right there where he stood, Drake would have his clothes morphed away, down to his skivvies. Giorno then tossed the sheets around him ─ blue inside, pink outside. The residuals of his original outfit were swiftly reformed into a black dress shirt. "... A star, hm..." Giorno repeated from Drake's earlier mention. The conversion of kid mohair began with two touches, magically weaving the blue within the pink. After having tendrils of goat hair fabric swarm around him for a few moments, Drake would find himself wearing a pair of dress pants with a matching coat, both a pastel pink adorned by blue stars. Even his shoes were altered to match the suit. Only when the process was done, did Giorno touch that button to restore Drake's mouth. "There. Check the mirror, then make contact with your sister. Also... you are never to make any alterations to this suit or how it's warn. I will find you. Understood?"

Speaking of understanding, there was a minor gap of it between Donnie and Ronnie. The woman didn't think she had the vocals for singing, but Donnie thought differently ─ especially with the continuation of her moaning through their contact. "Nah, baby you got it~" he assured. If there was one thing Donnie understood, it was how to recognize a voice that could pay the bills ─ a voice that he'd share a recording with. What he didn't understand, was how Ronnie planned to deal with their elevator deviance upon reaching its end. He definitely wasn't planning on spilling seed all over the elevator, just to have someone else clean it up. Apparently, Ronnie didn't intend to let it spray all over the place. Donnie couldn't know what situation they were moving toward. "Dunno what I'm gonna do, but... what kinda plan you got? I ain't gonna hold out for too long," he said if the tension building in his body and the constant winding of his hips didn't give that away already.

[Apollymi]

With Drake not talking very much, it was far too easy for Serena to do her job. Her employer also seemed to relax quite a bit and think through the design he intended to make. Notes taken during this time period included the how and why such an outfit was made and the acknowledgement that this particular custom design. Still another nod would come from Drake as the demand about him not saying anything about goth fashion in Germany came up. Actually, maybe that was it, 'Is this one of those weird situation were the two gay guys decide to gang up on someone like me? Is this like a late version of the if you hurt my sister act?' Drake couldn't help but wonder what the deal was, but he'd seen Max, as Nikki called him talking to the young woman in German earlier. Maybe it was about this sort of thing? Whatever the case, Drake was agreeing to never wear his own fashion again with a nod. Soon enough Drake was down to his underpants and then his original outfit was transformed into a black dress shirt. He received one of the best feeling suits blue on the inside and pink on the outside that he'd ever put on and the fit was perfect. Obviously this man understood stardom, he'd said the word then made this outfit for Drake. It had to be some sort of artistic hazing. And to his amazement the button was even gone. He was so stunned for a moment he didn't say anything... he simply walked over to check himself out in the mirror and he'd never been prouder of himself. "This is fire!" he said without thinking only to cover his mouth immediately. Apparently among the things done, Drake wasn't to make any alterations to this suit nor wear it in a different way. This man would find him... and for all he knew freaky magic would end with him having his ear or dick removed or something. Just another nod would come from him and then he'd take his phone out of his pocket. Ignoring a royal shit ton of social media updates he called the 4th number saved in his phone, and prayed. It rang, once, twice, thrice.... and he could see it. His sister, sitting at her desk, watching his name flash and deciding mentally whether or not to answer. His brows furrowed. 'Fucking please, for once in your life just answer the goddamn phone Frankie!' he urged silently. On the other side, a woman dressed like a common hoodlum was indeed watching her phone ring and then she for reasons she could even understand. "Before you say something crazy, Cas, I almost didn't answer this phone." stated a voice a bit rougher than one might expect from a woman but with an accept similar to Drake's own. "Frankie I've told you a million times to call me Drake. And why you always talk to your little brother like that, no love for me now?" he couldn't help himself and the woman called Frankie simply rolled her eyes on the other side of the phone. "We both have the ame last name, calling you Drake is stupid. Especially when I've been calling you Cas, since the day you were fucking born. I also don't know who the fuck you're talking to but this phone call can end right fucking now," Frankie said immediately. "Wait wait, don't do that. I didn't mean it. Actually someone here just wanted me to talk to you. My bad." Drake said quickly not wanting to incur more wrath. That was an odd thing for Frankie to hear, her brother wasn't the type to take account for things he said and did not with her, not really. "You're trying to put me on something? Really? Who?" Frankie said obviously skeptical because her brother might have been the most selfish individual she knew personally.

At the same time, a very sexually charged humping session was still taking place. Both Ronnie and Donnie were building up to an orgasm, but... playfully the both spoke of singing. In this case, Donnie apparently believed in Ronnie's ability to sing, a little something at least, and maybe with the kind of activity he offered he might get it. Still, Ronnie kept moving feeling each and every push against her core and having it send a shivering jolt into her lower abdomen. The builld up was immense but they had a bit of time so she wasn't really worried about it. As for what she intended to do about about the spillage that was easy. "I was just gonna catch it in my mouth when you said when. And no worries I know how intense those get nowadays~" she claimed with a cheeky wink. Well, she wasn't a super fan, but she was still a girl who recognized quality when she saw it, and this man was a quality cock worth at least swallowing spunk over.

[Bloodedge]

Drake wasn't the only one inspecting his new outfit and having positive thoughts. Even Giorno, its creator, watched the other male, a smile on his face. 'It's going to be perfect!' he thought. Why? He obviously didn't care much for Casper Drake... but in all journeys, there were obstacles to overcome. Drake was a mere stepping stone for the biggest passion project Giorno had attempted in quite some time ─ one that would involve the real Drake, as he'd view her. He only needed the little Drake to do one thing: make successful contact. Such a long wait it was. For the duration, Giorno was viewing the image of Drake's sister, putting together several looks in his mind. "Serena, take position for a moment," he instructed, expecting the young woman to act as a mannequin of sorts while he waited.

Donnie... couldn't stop winning today, it seemed. Something about the Corbyn family ensured he would have any expectations met and exceeded again and again. Veronica's plan could have been anything. What it was in truth, involved catching his load with her mouth. She even claimed an understanding of how ridiculous things could be in this world of Hunters. "You sure about that, ma? It's a crazy kind of crazy," he reiterated about his own ejaculate... which didn't have much time left. Moreover, there was a crazy realization that Veronica Corbyn was talking about taking a cock to the face. That sort of pubescent dream that one never imagined being a reality, advanced his buildup even more. A notable jolt in Donnie's body preceded a firmer squeeze of Ronnie's breasts. "Coño, no time to worry about all that now. Gettin' close~" he warned.

[Apollymi]

Drake was very much enjoying his new outfit, what he wasn't enjoying was a conversation with his sister. She always acted like he wasn't trying to put her on to new stuff. Meanwhile she simply didn't have much in common most of the time. And he also didn't like how close she'd become to his 'good girl' girlfriend. He didn't need Nikki poisoned against him by too much contact with Frankie. And as such he was beginning to see this as a way to keep them apart, Nikki didn't do many collaborations anyway. "Yeah, something like that. I am in Giovanna's shop in London right now... and he wanted me to give you his contact information. I don't know what he wants or anything but he asked about you..." he said playing at a different kind of string instead. "I mean, yeah, I'll take the information I guess. It'd be rude not to hear him out," Frankie said surprisingly easily to Drake. "So you accept this one, but I've been trying to get you to talk to other people for ages agd you usually say no..." he commented. "I don't normally like your friends, he's not your friend..." Frankie said clearly. That much was obvious, her phone was on speaker and she'd clicked a link which was sent to her, showing her brother with a button for a mouth posted from Giovanna's main account. Anyone who'd do something like that, even if it was photoshop was worth hearing out at least. At the same time... Serena was moving towards a podium, to stand atop atop it. Her hands relaxed at her sides as she sat her tablet on a nearby stand so she could take a natural and relaxed position, that of a mannequin. "She said she'd take your info. Want me to put her on speaker?" Drake asked in a passive way, while his eyes traveled to Serena posing on a podium like a model. She would have been a hot addition to the night, but maybe her job wasn't as boring as he might have thought. Though it was weird to be a human mannequin.

Meanwhile, Ronnie was talking about the nature of an ejaculation she'd intended to drink instead of letting get all over the place. Of course, she'd not intended a full course of fellatio or anything but swallowing just to avoid messes wasn't really a big deal for her. Besides, she knew the look was crazy. Speaking of crazy, the ejaculation was crazy from the lad, she didn't doubt that considering Nikki had completely changed clothes. "Yeah, I'm sure, totally, even if it goes a little over... I can't handle it~" she claimed with a confidence she had from experiences of different sorts and the knowledge of how she could use her own magic. Still a claim he was close and an extra squeeze of Ronnie's breasts occurred. That combined with the movements of her hips sent her over the edge, making her body freeze for a moment as her loins throbbed her completion. "Fuck!" just one swear uttered would have her enjoying the sensation only to shift the rest of the way down and with cat-like grace change her position. She slipped out of his hands and in front of his cock both her hands still working it but her mouth opening around the tip. Smug eyes looked up at him, not an ounce of innocence existed as she went to finish him off the head of his cock in her mouth her hands firmly twisting around his shaft and her cheeks collapsing for suction.

[Bloodedge]

During the arduous wait, Giorno decided it was in his best interest to make better use of Serena. Without wasting any time at all, she stepped onto a podium to display herself. Giorno kept focus on her primarily, though he did glance at the picture of Francesca Drake a few times before speaking. "Statuesque. Strong, free will... and unending ambition. Show me the kind of attitude that won't bend to anyone or anything," he instructed based on a few observations of Francesca. Once those words passed his lips, Casper's conversation with the important Drake sibling reached its crux. The woman would take his information, but more importantly... he asked about putting her on speakerphone. Giorno's eyes widened slightly ─ so slightly that most might never notice it. "... Yes. Let me speak to her."

Ronnie didn't mind if any spillage occurred, by her own admission. Something about that was inherently tantalizing, and had Donnie throbbing even more. "Hot damn," he muttered. Soon after his warning, it seemed Ronnie was achieving her own form of satisfaction ─ an uttered swear paired with a brief seizing. So swiftly and smoothly did she lower herself to face his throbbing erection. Donnie watched both of her hands work his shaft, and then... the best part yet, which had her lips closing around his head. Donnie would have never viewed himself as a straw by any stretch of the imagination... but he'd be one if Ronnie required or desired it. Of course, this straw had some caveats. Donnie couldn't resist letting one hand weigh down atop the woman's head, his own head falling back. "Ayyye coño♫~" he moaned while trying to refocus his attention on Ronnie's face. There was no more time. Ronnie would quickly be experiencing that big burst/pop to the mouth, and the continuous stream that would follow. If she'd adjusted to the incredible quantity of that, he couldn't be too surprised... but there was truly something unusual about the way Donovan King ejaculated since awakening.

[Apollymi]

While Drake spoke to his sister, Serena took her position and awaited instruction. She'd been working for Giorno Giovanna since she turned 18, she was already quite used to his eccentricities. At this point she heard the words he was speaking and changed her posture. Slight bpent one leg, extendd the other. Serena placed her left hand upon her hip but the let the right one hang loosely like she hadn't a care in the world. Her face turned up... lips slightly puckered, eyes narrowing as if she had a chip on her shoulder. Drake for his part in this, watched the shifting and took a step back... mostly because he'd only ever seen attitude like that from his actual sister, and it gave him unease to see it on a different person, so randomly. Meanwhile Francesca, was on the line and didn't know how potentially excited this man was to see and speak with her. A specific question came from Drake and he received his answer. "Frankie, I'm putting you on speaker now. Careful," he claimed, but she knew it wasn't about the man in front of him and that he simply didn't want her talking down to him in front of anyone. "I think you got more problems than what I might say to a fashion designer, who wants to talk to me..." Frankie claimed with the utmost nonchalance. "Yo, you wanted to talk to me?" she addressed most directly and not wanting to mince words at all. Whatever he had to say he could and she likely wouldn't care too much.

Very interestingly in that elevator, Ronnie had managed to have an orgasm of her own gentle though it was. And though it stopped her for a few seconds, she easily took her place at the end of his cock, working it in both hands and continuing to try and help him get where he was going. She gave a good blowjob, but only did so when it was something she actively wanted to do. In this current moment, it was something she wanted, and she put the full showmanship she had to offer on display. Collapsed cheeks, slightly reddened face, golden smug eyes. She flicked her tongue over his shaft, and heard him sing a statement she was sure of the meaning of while his cock throbbed in her mouth. And soon enough she was finding out a few differences. A pop would be enough for the initial swallow but the rest would be coming in pulsing waves there after. It took a few big glups for her to get most of it down, but by the time she did, she pulled away there was still enough to splash her chin and the side of her mouth. "Bruv, I'm sure you're not supposed to be able to dump out that much at once~" she said laughing. She looked up at him for a few seconds longer her tongue swiping at the extra and her fingers going to join the rest. Even putting them in her mouth before she stood. "We got about a minute left, but for a load of spunk that wasn't half-bad." Ronnie stated honestly.

[Bloodedge]

Serena's pose was flawless, as always. There were reasons Giorno made her his most direct assistant and kept her as such. Once she assumed the position, she became the sole focus of his scrutiny. "That's it. Next," he instructed while Drake shifted his phone call to speaker. Finally, he could hear the voice of his latest muse... and it was also perfect. There was a bit of grit to the way she sounded, a bit of grunge to how she addressed a new person ─ even one with a title. He wanted to speak to her, yes... but it wasn't so simple. "I want to do more than speak with you. I want to invite you. I saw your photo; it was inspiring. Have you done model work before?" he asked. Ah, but that wasn't all. Giorno was excited enough to continue speaking before the initial question could be answered, even though his composure seemed relatively fine on the outside. "If you're free, I can have you flown out overnight to London. Or, I could fly you straight to Italy by the time I get back, or come to you, if that would work better. You'll be compensated handsomely and have an entire wardrobe to take home with you."

At the same time, Donnie was uncontrollably bursting into Veronica's mouth. Just as she said moments before, it was no real issue for her ─ though the signs of unfamiliar quantity remained by the time she pulled back and took part of the overflow straight to her lower face. That, too, was a victory for Donnie. He'd be leaned against the elevator wall to appreciate the sight for quite a few moments ─ especially since Ronnie didn't stop before clearing off even more. "Damn!" he exclaimed without thought. "How many niggas can say they nutted on Veronica Corbyn," he mused further. Only after speaking did Donnie realize those words weren't merely inside his head. "Oh, shit. My bad. I think Imma need a minute to get my life together. I didn't even think shit was aboutta be like that, for real. You the truth."

[Apollymi]

There were many things within Serena's job description, among them was acting as the mannequin for her boss when his muse struck and wasn't immdiately available to be dressed. She'd stand in, let him work out his earlier ideas or the unconventional ones, and end up with an outfit that... she might not have gotten otherwise. Her pose was complimented and then he said next. When that one was called, she straightened her posture, relaxed her shoulders, threw her head back and placed one hand in her hair, pushing it back like it was long enough to get into her way. She'd hold this new pose while her boss began to speak with a different woman on speakerphone. Upon hearing that voice she shifted a bit, allowing her hips to go a bit asymmetrical as well, gaining a better vibe for the kind of attitude the woman on the phone had. Frankie for her part in this wondered what exactly this man wanted and he was inspired apparently by her and wanted to know if she'd done any modeling. "Well..." there was a pause before she could even get a full answer out, Giorno Giovanna. What she got out of him next was an invitation to fly her out to London, or to Italy where he'd be next. he even claimed he could come to where shew as if it was easier for her. That she'd leave him with a wardrobe and be compensated for her time. "Slow up, man, damn. Let me at least get the words out, before you finish the pitch. This is already a surreal fucking experience," Frankie said quickly enough, for Drake to know she'd not thought about it. 'Bitch gonna end up with a button too. I ain't even say anything that crazy...' Drake thought causally but she still had more to say. "I've never done any modeling obviously, if you've seen a whole picture of me you know why. But I'm also not the kind of girl to stand between a man and his art, andI don't mind trying new things..." she started. She didn't lack confidence in her own looks she just new that sort of thing wasn't what people expected most of the time. "So... If you're actually serious I'd be down to play muse for a bit. I really mind getting some new clothes or anything. I have some discretionary time I was planning to take a trip anyway, so if that is something that you're actually serious about I'd do it," Frankie claimed being mostly calm. She wasn't one to tell freaky artsy types what to be inspired by, nor was going to pretend this wasn't the weirdest phone call she'd ever received. At the same moment Drake didn't know what was crazier, his sister speaking so casually to a man who'd turned his lips into buttons or... a person thinking his sister was hot enough to be a model.

Meanwhile, Donnie was recovering from a wild time at Veronica Corbyn's hands. He looked at her and said something that was obviously meant to remain in his head but the older lass couldn't help but chuckle. "Way fewer than most would expect, but also more than a handful. I'm free with myself but the standards are ridiculous~" Ronnie said like the compliment was meant to be. Her face was all cleaned up and everything was all clear. She even went about straightening up her clothes, so that she looked relaxed. "Love to hear it!~" she said about being the truth. "Just don't forget to put that cock away... that things a deadly weapon and you don't want it trending... unless you do~" she said in a teasing tone. She would at least be cautious enough to tap the door closed button as many times as necessary to keep them from opening before the other lad readied up. Once he did however they could be out and on their way... only fifteen minutes of their trip used for the sake of some exploration.

[Bloodedge]

An unusual conversation was happening over speakerphone while Giorno continued keeping track of Serena's poses. Physically, he was with Serena, framing her between his fingers and imagining the shift in various articles. Mentally, however, there was only Francesca Drake... speaking to him in a way most wouldn't dare in a first meeting. Giorno's response to her urging was not at all what the little Drake might expect. "Ah, perdono... where are my manners? Go on," he said calmly. The woman had never been involved in modeling, for reasons she thought were obvious. Giorno thought the exact opposite. "No," he said while swiping an imaginary piece of clothing onto the image of Serena. "You mean the scar? Humanizing. Every beautiful piece of work, no matter how perfect, has a fault. If you didn't have it, you'd be too perfect to model what I'm coming up with now," the blonde explained quickly. "I am very serious about this. Take my information, send me yours, and I'll handle your accommodations."

Donnie had a minute to catch his breath against the elevator wall ─ and he certainly needed it. In the meantime, Ronnie answered a question he didn't even mean to ask. There were more than a few who could say they ejaculated on Veronica Corbyn, as opposed to doing so on a magazine or computer screen... not that he'd know, or anything. Ah, but there weren't a lot either. She was a woman of standards, respectably so. "God I love a good VIP," he said about her exclusivity. As Ronnie said, it was a good time to put his dick away now that their descent would be starting again. He took hold of it to begin the arduous process of shoving it down into his pants, all while laughing over Ronnie's comment about trending. "Nah, I'll pass on that. Tryna see if I can't get somethin' goin', you know? I can't be havin' a bunch of distractions jump at me while I'm tryna lock in."

[Apollymi]

The kind of conversation Giorno was having was more normal to the kinds of situations that Serena was used to witnessing. He was always much nicer to certain people, and it became quite obvious when he thought someone worthy of his time and attention. In this case, Francesca Drake was way more the type of person he wanted to speak with, and Serena herself was making brief adjustments to her physical form, to suit the aspects she was able to pick up from the interaction. 'I get a button and she gets an apology? The fuck!' he questioned mentally but he couldn't bring himself to potentially bring harm his own way. For her troubles, Frankie was told that the scar on her face was something that Giorno found humanizing. Something that made her perfect for the clothing he was designing that she would have been unfit for without it. "That sounds like sweet talk to me, but... I can usually tell when people are just fuckin' with me so I'll give it a shot~" Frankie admitted. "Yeah, got a pen will take the number and send mine back to you," Frankie said. When the information was given Frankie would write everything down and then send an update with her 'digital business card' Her name, Her phone number and job title included as it always was, when it was, a small ding would occur on the screen of the tablet currently at the still posing Serena's side. "Do you want me to confirm everything as quickly as possible? I can probably get her on a flight have her here in 7 hours as long as she can pack quickly enough," Serena offered almost casually.

Meanwhile, Veronica made no secret of her sexual past, and she knew that though most wouldn't admit it, many lads between the ages of 12 and 50 had likely masturbated to pictures of her in their lives. Whether when she was one of those stick skinny runway models or when she thickened up to prove that she didn't need to be straved to death to carry the Industry. "Right? Nothing wrong with hitting up an exclusive spot or two~" she said jokingly. Soon neough the lad was getting himself together enough to make a move beyond the elevator though it did take a little while. Moreover after he got himself together he had something really solid to say. He wasn't trying to create any extra distractions because he was trying to lock in and see what he could get going. "That right? Love to see it~ Come on... let's head over to the petrol and get back before those two get up to something stupid by themselves~" Ronnie said. And after the elevator opened it was easy enough to walk out of the lobbies left side entrance and head a few blocks up to the local corner store to get a few things. She lived in the area so the cashier barely noticed her but... King Don would draw a bit of attention.

[Bloodedge]

Casper Drake had become an afterthought... or perhaps merely a phone holder while Giorno conversed with the only pink-haired person of importance at present. It seemed Francesca Drake was of sound enough mind to see an opportunity worth taking. She even had a sense for Giorno's sincerity. "Bellissimo~" he said in response to her acceptance. "You'll be brought to London with the finest accommodations," he stated, eyes still on Serena as the black-haired woman offered the quickest solution. "Yes, grazie. Miss Drake, are you able to make it to your nearest airport within a couple of hours? We'll make some arrangements from our end."

Meanwhile, Donnie and Ronnie were finally exiting that elevator and making their way down the street. No problems arose as they entered the convenience store. Knowing they were going to be enjoying some marijuana, he didn't head straight for the counter. No, some other things would be necessary for that ─ even pizza wasn't enough. "Y'all got any good chips here? Cheetos, Doritos, anything like that?" he asked, whether of Ronnie or of the cashier. The 'munchies' was an issue Donnie would surely struggle with. With Nikki being a first-timer, he imagined it would be an issue for her as well. "Oh, and some Oreos or somethin'!" he added. While rambling, Donnie checked the shelves... and he wasn't really satisfied with the visuals. He even picked up a purple bag to inspect directly, and... "Monster Munch? That shit freaky. I don't know if I'd eat somethin' like that."