<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Casper Drake hadn't been so thoroughly ignored as an individual in years, he was certain. There was nothing overly impressive about his sister, but somehow... she was able to carry on a normal conversation with a designer who'd all but dismissed him and given him orders. Maybe he was just sweet talking her for now, trying to get here into the country so he could show her what he was really like when she arrived. Once again, Serena was reaching for her tablet, though she'd not moved it from the stand she was instead posing with her bottom wiggling in the air while searching the flights which could be purchased. "Of course, Signore." she put together the moment and purchased a ticket under the name of Francesca Drake, using Giorno's business based account which she would confirm as possible. by the words spoken by Francesca herself. "I can be ready to leave within about an hour. As long as its from the main airport in Boston I can be there within an hour. I keep a bag with essentials backed for emergency trips because of my job, so I don't need much downtime," she expressed for the person running logistics knowing what kind of flight to expect given the current understanding. "Thank you Miss Drake. I can confirm a first class round-trip ticket for a 4 day weekend leaving from your local airport at 1:05pm. Express boarding, does that work for you?" Serena asked. "Yeah that more than works. I can make boarding for a flight like that. I would have arranged something similar for a client myself if price wasn't an issue. You're awesome~" Frankie said. "Thank you. I will be contacting you with other updates to your accomodations until your departure time and will meet you at Heathrow myself when your flight lands. Safe Travels, Miss Drake," Serena offered peacefully continuing her work and nodding to her boss that her general business was finished so he could end the call at his leisure. "Anything else from you, Giovanna?" Frankie asked, choosing the route of respect that was calling a man by his last name but not the overly formal type of thing as he'd been the one looking for her after all. Meanwhile Drake heard everything and had to stop himself from scoffing. His sister would never agree to travel with him, but was agreeing to some random meetup with a designer half-way across the world for no real reason?

At the same time, Donnie and Ronnie were having a quick run to the corner store. Ronnie went towards the back, intending to pick up a couple of bottles of tequila and necessary extras. Just the same she heard Donnie's questions and pointed around. "You can get Doritos but they got different flavors, still color coded though. You can find biscuits... or I guess cookies over there," Ronnie said pointing as she walked. She came back up with two bottles of tequila and a couple of limes. At the same time that Donnie was looking at Monster Munch, "The hot ones are pretty good, and I was planning to get some of the original to go with Nik's guac, which should be..." she moved around the store like it was perfectly normal. "There..." she also picked up some cookies knowing how Leon and herself were as well... and with her own haul she headed up to the front. "Need more help or you got it?" she asked of Donnie with a cheeky smirk.

[Bloodedge]

Things were coming together quite nicely for the brand GIOVANNA and its creator. Francesca Drake, in roughly seven hours, would begin the process of becoming a new linchpin ─ perhaps even the face of his subsidiary brand as a whole. Giorno barely managed to keep the smile from his face as logistics were handle by Serena... who, when accessing her tablet, was already wiggling in a way that teased the loins. Whether that was intentional or inadvertent, it made no difference. Giorno had no further business with the Drake family for now, but his mind was ablaze with ideas that had only grown since he spoke with Francesca. She asked if he required anything else. His words belied his thoughts. "Nothing else. Grazie, Miss Drake. You can go now," he said, ending with a point for Casper. "We'll keep in touch," he said for Francesca's sake while turning to Serena again. "Serena, position two, if you please."

Donnie wasn't seeing many familiar things at all, but lo... when he was holding that strange-looking bag of chips, he did notice some Oreo cookies in his periphery. Ronnie claimed Doritos could be found, so he looked a bit deeper. Indeed, there were some strange flavors present... but one caught his eye. "Chilli Heatwave? Those any good?" he asked for confirmation. Whether they were any good or not, the strange 'Monster Munch' was allegedly decent in its spicy flavor. He'd consider it worth a shot. "I'll try it out. Preesh. Let's see..." Donnie went silent for a while thereafter. By the time Ronnie was asking if he needed assistance, he was moving out of one aisle carrying several packs of cookies, crisps, and even a pair of bags containing mini-donuts ─ the latter of which he held between his teeth for lack of space. "Ah gahtit!" he announced just before reaching the counter. Once there, he gently dumped everything he had. "Whew! I didn't see any of the powdered donuts. Y'all don't do that here?" he wondered.

[Apollymi]

Whatever Giorno Giovanna wanted from Francesca Drake, she was sure she'd find out when she arrived later in the night. She didn't really care, a free vacation and some new clothes made the whole of the situation worthwhile. Meanwhile Casper was left feeling like furniture, 'She gets happy words and I get turned into a buttoned mouth?' he thought frowning. Until of course, Giornos's attention deviated. He had words to share and Drake was keeping his sister on the line for a bit. There was nothing else, he'd be in touch. Well, Drake was the only one in the room. He couldn't know he was talking to his sister on speaker phone, though his sister seemed to understand that. She didn't say anything. Just the same Drake was already heading towards the door having been given a new outfit. Serena for her part in this was told to take position two, and so she did. The hydraulic stand lowering as she shifted her own person down from the podium, she'd end up ass up in the air, her elbows supporting her upper body as she continued to press buttons as she pointed out her most recent decision. "Ritz has Hunter Luxury suites open from today, I'll book it four days," Serena mentioned to her boss, Drake was able to catch just a brief glimpse before stepping outside. 'They do that kinda freaky shit? I gotta make sure Nik comes on tour and doesn't stay in a place like this,' he thought as he stepped out into the sun feeling like a million dollars, with the idea that it wasn't just his sister and mentally confirming the hazing ritual of Giorno. Meanwhile, Drake was being accosted by his manager about the post now circulating at critical speed.

At the same time, Donnie and Ronnie were gathering snacks. The Chili Heatwave kind of Dorito apparently caught his attention and Ronnie was willing to answer his question. "Oh, that one's like the nacho cheese, but spicy. It's pretty good~" Ronnie pointed out excitedly. Those were some oretty good ones. Beyond that Ronnie was soon ready to make her other purchases and was watching the lad come forth with way more items than his hands could hold after he perused the shop. "Bloody hell, you planning to feed an army?" Ronnie joked knowing full well why such a decision was made, but the did have pizza coming. Ronnie, pulled her phone out of the pocket on her thigh, which Nikki put there for her comfort. And paid for the snacks and liquor. All of hers were bagged as she sat to the side and let the lad make his. As for his question she knew of the confection he sought but that wasn't common in this part of the world. "Sorry mate, we don't do sugar on sugar here... I don't think we have the teeth for it," she said teasingly. Still a few donuts wouldn't be half bad either. He was thinking way more about the snacking part than she did usually.

[Bloodedge]

Not only was Casper Drake forgotten ─ he was dismissed entirely. Whatever he took from Giorno's words was of no concern to the designer. He had his bounty for the day, and perhaps for the year or longer. Now, he had nothing to do but address his own excitement. 'Position two' was assumed by Serena lowering herself and her tablet, while she simultaneously provided the final details of booking. Giorno began approaching the woman without even checking to see if Drake had completely left the building. "Book it for a full week. I'll find a use for it, even if she doesn't stay that long," he instructed. With all of that out of the way, Giorno took his place behind Serena, reaching for her bottom. He'd make contact with her skirt just to immediately unravel it with magic, giving way to whatever lay beneath as he moved on to her shirt for the same purpose. "How attached were you to any of today's items?" he inquired.

Elsewhere, Donnie managed to amass a nice collection of snacks for the group's smoking evening. Though Ronnie joked about him feeding an army, he figured their group was liable to go through most of it before they visited a nightclub. "My munchies go on for hellas. And I figured, you know... Lee's a pretty big dude; munchies gotta go crazy," he responded. Donnie proceeded to fish a wallet from his back pocket, then slip a black credit card from that wallet. As for the sad reality of this area lacking the powdered donuts so many Americans enjoyed, Ronnie stressed how extreme that much sugar was for this country. "Word? Damn, that's tough. I get to smokin' and run through some sweet shit," he declared during a quick card tap. Donnie took several bags of 'groceries' into one hand and carried them off. Only when he stepped away did he realize something had been forgotten. "Coño! Yo, you got milk at your spot?"

[Apollymi]

Casper Drake obviously didn't realize he was being abused for his connection to his sister. No he was too busy assuming it was pretty much a done deal that he was going to be representing one of Giorno Giovanna's labels at some point in the future. He could do that, he was coming up in the world. Obviously, not wearing Nikki's designs had some benefits. And... Giorno had spoken of rappers using their words for songs, obviously he should write a tribute to his new found connection. "It's fine man. I got a clean suit. A fresh ring for Nik and my car should be ready in a few... don't sweat the small stuff. I don't have a publicist for a reasons. The streets know how the feel about me," Drake said to his manager, his sister had already hung up on him. She couldn't stand how he sounded when he was talking himself up. Besides, she had a flight to catch. While that took place, Serena, was having her clothing changed and being given instructions about the room. "Booking for seven days... I'll make sure the second keycard is provided to you, Signore," she said about the booking. The room for a week cost close to 14,000 dollars, but it was worth it, as far as she knew, and such money was definitely pocket change to her employer. Beyond that he asked about if she liked the pieces. beneath her clothing, she had on a simple silk v-string thong which felt nice against her skin. and a bra of the same material with a simple cut in a rich red color. "I like them but I have similar pieces already," she expressed intently, knowing he was already pulling apart her clothing. With bookings confirmed and her body in place, she waited anything else from Giorno while locking the doors of the shop remotely to retain their privacy.

At the same time a pair were in a corner store buying enough snacks to feed a small army. Apparently, this kind of purchase was made because Donnie got the munchies to an extreme degree. More interesting than though, was a reference for Leon which made Ronnie snicker. "Lee, huh? Does he know you call him that? Bloke might burst into tears if he finds out~" she joked. In truth he might have been as much of a fan as Nikki was, if such a thing was possible. Beyond that the lack of powdered sugar donuts was apparently lamentable. "Sweets while you smoke, eh?" she thought noting the important information for later, she'd make sure to keep something on hand for him, even if it was just a bit. Still beyond that he swiped they collected items and got ready to go. And then he asked if the lass had milk at her place. She looked at him with a smile. "Of course I have milk. I'm a cat mate~" Ronnie said almost playfully. "Come on, we'll head back and I'll get it for you~" she said leading the way back towards the building of course, if they made it where they were going, she would have them on a normal elevator ride up to the 6th floor again, but this time, she'd be heading to a different flat, this one with a keyless entry she could open with her phone.

[Bloodedge]

A seven-day booking would have Giorno receiving the extra room key to Francesca Drake's suite. Either she'd use the extra time, they'd use it... or he would use it by bringing in Serena. While Serena confirmed, Giorno had the remnants of her top and skirt crawling around her body in a coiling tendril, tightly squeezing in a spiral around her. When she claimed to have similar pieces to those silken undergarments, he dragged that fabric tendril to have it focus more on her bra. It took fabric into itself, exposing even more of Serena's flesh as it coiled around her breasts individually, slowly and tightly rubbing. After coiling around both of her breasts to take that bra completely, the tendril snaked between Serena's bosom, spiraled around her midriff, and squeezed between her legs to consume her thong as well. All the while, the tendril took on the properties of silk. "Bene. Silk likes you. I think you'll get one piece this time. Take your shoes off," he instructed further, leaving Serena to be molested by a tentacle of fabric while his own clothes unraveled into opening from the front. A torso of lean muscle was unveiled from top to bottom, leading all the way down to a curly yellow bush. Lower still, and Giorno sprung free with a rising erection. For the moment, he left it in the space between, not yet moving forward enough to penetrate Serena in any way. Besides, the space between her legs was already being covered by that snaking tendril of silk.

Donnie was immediately questioned about the way he referred to Leon. According to Ronnie, the large man might burst into tears if he found out about that. "For real though? He was askin' about calling me Don, so I thought he was tryna be chill. Nobody call him Lee?" he asked as they made their way. Donnie eating sweets when he smoked weed became a topic ─ one Ronnie reiterated with an upward inflection. It seemed like everyday banter to him, so he responded in kind. "Hell yeah! Feels like it balances you out, feel me? Make the cotton mouth lighten-up and all," he asserted. Further they went, as Donnie wasn't required to turn around and reenter the store. Ronnie had milk. By her own claim, she was a cat, so perhaps her having milk handy should be obvious. On the contrary... Donnie shifted about, leaned, bent, and so-on to view various angles of the woman. "A cat, huh? You don't look like a cat to me, mami♪~" he played along, though Ronnie truly was lacking in feline features... at least physically.

[Apollymi]

A seven day booking was confirmed, however such a thing was used by the end, Serena had done her due diligence. All she had to do was establish a line of communication with Miss Francesca Drake but that could wait just a bit. She'd began composing a message for her, while the fabric attached to her clothing unraveled. She felt tendrils of fabric rubbing against her person, in ways that were unusual but that she'd also become quite used to. A little moan slipped out of her lips, as her chest was squeezed and a swirl of fabric moved down her torso. So odd was the sensation still, but it was quite pleasant as Giorno took control of the situation. According to the man himself, silk liked her, she grinned as she moved her hips, "I would hope so," she mentioned about the silk. When asked to take off her shoes she reached behind herself, pulling the items off by the heel and set them aside. Revealing a fresh pedicure which she kept with black nail polish. She looked back as she did that... as she always would, the man was a physical specimen and deserved the consideration, once she'd seen, her eyes darted around the mirrors instead with ther tablet low enough not to obscure her line of sight. "I look forward to seeing it, Signore~" Serena asserted while shifting that position ever so slightly, so that her feet were together heel to heel showing off the roundness of her bottom and the nature of the bottom of her feet. All the while the first signs of arousal were coming from her loins as threads caressed her sensually and she became naked.

At the same time, Ronnie and Donnie were keeping the party group stocked up on a bit of extra snack food. Speaking of a party members a certain large male would be moved to tears by a nickname. Ronnie couldn't help but snicker at the thought, "Nope, no one calls him Lee, King Don calling him Lee will make his life probably," mentioned Ronnie almost casually. Beyond that apparently Donnie found sweets helped with his cotton mouth and brought balance to his high experience. There was no argument Ronnie could make against it, she tended to let her senses make the choices anyway in that case. "Never really thought about it much, but definitely couldn't argue against it," Ronnie said. Soon enough they were headed towards a different flat on the same floor with Ronnie opening the door by some very secretive means. When she did, one would enter a foyer with racks for clothes and shoes. There were various glass pieces ecorating side tables and erotically posed art on the wall, most of it, of Ronnie herself. As one walked in past a living room, there would be a large glass dildo, seemingly coming out of a coffee table also made of glass. And other the other side, a long runway, with a stripper pole and lights at the end. There was a state of the art sound and lighting control system as well. And by the time the bedroom was passed a bed within seemed to be bigger than most sinigle humans would ever need, decorated with black and gold silks and the like. By the floor in the kitchen a bowl, a leash a collar and... each counter was conspicuously waist hieght. "Right, you haven't seen the cat part yet... forgot I actually had on clothes when Nik brought you home. Don't worry you'll understand eventually~" Ronnie said seemingly snarky. Within the refridgerator though, was a carton of fresh milk various bottles of alcohol and the like. Ronnie would be adding one of the bottles of tequila to it, and removing the milk carton for the lad in question.

[Bloodedge]

The vision Giorno had for Serena's new piece was coming together bit by bit. A singular piece felt like the way to go this time, but the footwear she had on would not be blended together with it. Giorno had every ability to make such a thing work, but he had no interest in wasting mana unnecessarily for that much of a rework. As such, he had her remove them ─ at which point a black pedicure was unveiled to draw Giorno's attention. "Hm," the man mumbled. That tendril kept up the work of oscillating against the whole of Serena's undercarriage from one end, while forming a tight figure eight around her breasts at the other extreme. That didn't leave Giorno much room, but... no, he had enough. Serena would be taken by the ankles while Giorno planted himself between her soles. He'd thrust from there, keeping distant enough for a full view of her form for a while.

In that time, Donnie was brought back to Ronnie's condo. She'd left with him the idea that Leon's mind was endangered... by being addressed casually by King Don, of all things. There was a moment of thought dedicated to sharing the ways of sugar added to highness where Ronnie was concerned. "I'll put you on game," he decided. Up they went, all to eventually traverse the hall again. Donnie began wondering how drunk he'd been earlier, as their route didn't feel like the one he'd taken in and out already. 'This the same spot?' he wondered. Lo and behold, the method of entry was different... and so was the scenery, by a longshot. Donnie looked around, and all he could see was some freaky sex dungeon full of dildos, a full stage obviously meant for strip shows, and... a pet bowl and leash with no pet present? Donnie had been thinking about the 'cat part' he never saw due to the clothes she wore earlier, but now there was an oddity present. "So you got... a second apartment, same floor, for all the freaky shit huh? I'm guessin' you ain't got an actual cat around here anywhere. Stripper pole and dildos all out in the open?"

[Apollymi]

Whatever vision Giorno was working on to outfit Serena in, she was more than willing to wear it. Ever since she'd first started with this man she'd seen nothing but an increase to her wardrobe and more sexual experiences than she thought a proper job could give her. Still... she was here and going for quite a few things. Figure eight squeezes to her breasts and a gentle massage between her legs had moisture beginning to build up. It took a bit for this to happen but that wasn't a problem as Giorno would amuse himself by taking advantage of her fresh pedicure. She could feel something nice, between the soles of her feet. A silken member moving back and forth between the soles of her feet and she curled her toes just a little at the pleasantry of the sensation. "I look forward to wearing your next design, Signore~" the young woman said. All the while she was making contact with Francesca Drake. A strong line of contact was necessary for them to remain on the same situation.

Meanwhile, Ronnie was going to be put on to the luxury of sweets at some point. Still, it was necessary for the lad to get some milk so once they reached the building she took him back up but into a different apartment. In this one, she'd be showing Donnie exactly how odd her life could have been. As for the question upon reaching the flat, a smile spread across Ronnie's face. "I mean, I became a proper model at the age of 18, I also became my 10 year old little sister's legal guardian 'round the same time. I was wild, but I had to give her a safe and stable environment. Wasn't gonna bring a bunch of strange blokes around her either. Also wanted to be close enough to keep an eye on her," she said casually. "Basically, this spots for shaggin' but I keep it stocked so... have some milk~" she added giving the lad the carton. There was one other thing she needed from this space. A box of specially ordered condoms. She'd gotten them for herself and a specific target but... her little sister would be receiving them as a part of her birthday present. "Proof of experience by the way... I can definitely act up on a stripper pole~" Ronnie added as she gathered the items.

[Bloodedge]

The process between Giorno and Serena, whether it normally went the current way or not, was presently doing wonders for the male's creative juices. He had an unobstructed view of Serena's body from behind ─ a literal head-to-toe perspective that would have been missed if he encroached fully upon her backside. He kept working at her feet as those toes wrapped around the curve of his member, keeping the tip aimed right at Serena's rear all the while. She looked forward to wearing his design; he looked forward to applying it. Of course, what each of them meant by 'design' was open to interpretation in this case. Giorno would keep thrusting, cock aimed over her bottom as he worked himself up. At the same time, the oscillations of that fabric were hastening and tightening by the moment. "We'll take some samples when it's over. It will be a big hit~" he decided.

Ronnie went on to explain that she'd been a young model taking care of her very young sister, still harboring interests that weren't suitable for young audiences. Donnie took the offered milk with a nod, while his eyes kept wandering around the flat. "'Preciate it. But you ain't slippin' that 'not having a cat' thing past me," he said. Even when commenting on that matter, however, his eyes were continuously drawn toward that glass table. Donnie wondered why the table and the attached dildo had to be made of glass, but... there were plenty of other things to wonder. According to Ronnie, she could really 'act up' on a stripper pole. Donnie's gaze went to the pole, then to Ronnie herself, and he snickered. "For real though? I'm not sayin' I don't believe you, but..." He paused there. "I don't know. I wanna ask, but I also wanna know what's up with that table. Shit gotta be crazy in here."

[Apollymi]

Giorno was an interesting man, creative with a need for an outlet of various types. His current personal assistant was fine being on the receiving end of such a thing more often than not. He always took his time, moving against her body and then moving his cock to a different place to begin. She spoke of wearing his design, but what that meant exactly was up for interpretation but at base could mean two things. One of which was certainly a new kind of outfit for the lass. Those strings around her body were hastening and she found herself moaning with a bit more consistency. The build-up for a bod as sensitive as hers, was technically quite easy, especially when the magical nature of the thing happening. "A big hit?~" she moaned with an upward inflection and a hidden piece of excitement. Well, there were quite a few things she enjoyed in sexual situations and a big hit of a few types was on that list. Still, there was also the movements o her body in response to the oscillation against her skin her own body was twisting as well, so her body was also writhing in a rhythmic fashion.

At the same time, Donnie was having a casual conversation with Ronnie about her collection of multiple flats and the necessity of keeping her home life as a reliable older sibling separate from the fun and kinky things she got into. "I have a cat and I am a cat. I was even before the awakening thing in... some specific circumstances~" she said in a teasingly flirty way. He looked around the place and seemed to be thinking about quite a few things. She mentioned being certified on a stripper pole, but he was now curious about the table. "Ah... The table is a commissioned piece. Knew a guy who made custom glass objects. People like to see, there are cushions and stuff underneath for anyone who wanted to lay there with a view... but also the table itself has some pretty nice views. I'm not the only one who uses it..." she mentioned in that haphazard way somoene talks about household features. She paused and put down the bags for a second, before hopping up onto the stage gently one leg went up the pole as she spun around it, before using it to perform a casual split and landing back on the ground in front of it. Even in workout clothes there was quite a bit to see from an acrobatic performance. "I can do a similar one on the table, but... that's has a different sort of ending~" she said as she stood back up. "Maybe later we can come by and party... or if you stop by and want to use this one, I'll let you in." Ronnie added.

[Bloodedge]

"A big hit," Giorno affirmed. The more time passed, the more aggressive that tendril of fabric became. It eventually grew to enshroud Serena's torso and hips, seeming to form something like a skintight minidress that had yet to finish taking proper shape. In the meantime, Giorno stroked himself between Serena's soles as if it were his primary objective. Whether any other intentions existed or not, he'd be going and going until... Serena had a spillage all over her back. Even as a cascade of white fluid splashed onto her and the fabric she wore, changes were happening rapidly. The fabric seemed to absorb Giorno's seed and fully take form, becoming a form-fitting and skimpy dress that looked almost like a piece of lingerie. Long, slits all the way up to the waist at the front of each leg, an open back and a diamond cutout filled with fishnet patterns at the abdomen. It rose up into peaks that would cover her nipples, but virtually nothing else as each point attached twice to straps ─ one straight and one crossing inward from each side. The dress itself even replaced a garter belt that connected directly to lace stockings. A pair of gloves matched the stockings, both starting as standard lace and ending as fishnets. "This is how they should be worn! Bellissimo!" Giorno announced as he watched it all come together.

The missing cat in Ronnie's second apartment was addressed, including information that she was a cat prior to the Gates... situationally. That was rather interesting to process, whatever the specific meaning was. As for the table, it was commissioned with certain views in mind. Ronnie also wasn't the only one who made use of it. He looked over, doubting Nikki was the other person in question. Ah, but he'd known about Veronica Corbyn for quite some time. Perhaps the answer was obvious. "Is it that lil' Chinese jawn you be with? She look like a freak," he said, recalling several appearances of the alleged girl. With that, Donnie got to witness the acrobatic display of something one didn't see from any run-of-the-mill stripper. When a leg went up the pole so quickly, Donnie decided it was rude to consider this the technique of a someone normal. "Hot damn. You know regular strippers gotta work up to that shit, right?" he asked. The table was brought back into discussion, with Ronnie teasing an idea for later. He didn't mind that at all. "That's a good plan. How 'bout we crash here for that breakfast you were talkin' about?"

[Apollymi]

Giorno confirmed that the new outfit was going to be a hit. Serena had been his personal assistant far too long to hold any doubts in his abilities. For now she would simply be left to wonder if penetration was to be part of their current play or not. The mini-dress he was working on, wasn't fully developed yet, and still he remained buried between the soles of her feet her toes curling and her loins throbbing as she was molested and new fabric was shaped around her physical form. It would seem that wouldn't be happening this time. No... he'd be using her feet, going and going, until he spilled alll over her back. And once that happened the strange feeling she had in her loins also spilled over, as a new dress, with fishnets beneath also fixing the problem of their earlier encounter with Casper Drake. In the moment after, Serena would be standing and inspectingherself. "I do always enjoy fishnets on myself at least~" Serena said she looked at herself in the mirror giving appropriate turns and becoming more and more herself over a few seconds. This piece looked like something she'd choose to wear in a very specific situation, not unlike the one which had just occurred. "Many would love this look, Signore. The line work is perfect... as always~" she said enjoying the feel of it against her skin.

Meanwhile, Ronnie was making a few of her oddities known, in both a direct and indirect way. if he happened to know what she meant about playing a cat, he'd likely have a fairly good time seeing her act properly like one. Or maybe that wouldn't be his thing, it was simply an option. Beyond that, he did seem to understand the type of other person that would have found this particular space interesting, her personal assistant was a young woman of Chinese descent, who was quite small physically. "Yeah, she's something. A bit weird about me specifically but I mostly think that's cute, probably because she's not even taller than Nik so it's impossible to find her threatening. She's my personal assistant, her name's Xiaolin. And this is definitely the type to stay in this particular flat when she's here... admittedly that'll be a while, she's got mandatory service after awakening~" Ronnie shared easily. She was mostly knocking about without much direction in mind because her own personal assistant was busy, but that left her room to play Nikki's assistant instead. She said that while getting busy on the pole for a bit of a show just to let him know what the deal was. When he mentioned that most had to work up to it, she chuckled. "Do they? Maybe it helps that I'm naturallly flexible~" she mused knowing he knew, like most men exactly what he thought. As for the thought of using this place for their breakfast meet up, Ronnie smiled. "Works for me... I'm sure Nik will enjoy it here too~" she said seemingly amused as she stepped off the stage and nodded her head to the side. They needed to rejoin the group and now that he knew what was going on here... he could easily come back, a plan in place, condoms for the lass, and snacks could be taken back to her actual living flat.

[Bloodedge]

Serena's dress and accessories were complete. With that, Giorno pulled back and released her ankles to admire his work. He took the liberty of picking her shoes up, turning them into a pair of black heels that had red, almost glowing scale-like patterns. "Hmm. Not part of the plan," he mused upon viewing the footwear. Regardless, he placed them back on the floor and rose to his own feet. "Now, the sample shoot," Giorno said. And so, there was a bit of precursory work done in advance of Francesca Drake's trip. . .

Meanwhile, Donnie saw to the end of a different sort of sample. Veronica Corbyn on a stripper pole was a different sort of monster entirely ─ the kind he was keen to see at his earliest convenience. There was no time for that now, however. The pair made an agreement to explore Ronnie's secondary apartment in the morning. That would probably be one of Donnie's last acts before catching a late flight to Japan, where the other members of Lost Galaxy would be found. For now, there was a group experience to have. He took Ronnie's gesture, and off they went. What would they find upon returning to the original location? Well, the pizzas had already arrived. That much was to be expected, but... the last thing Donnie expected to see was Leon doing pushups right there in the sitting room. Ah, but that wasn't even the most ridiculous part. . .

[Apollymi]

Soon enough, Serena was let go she stood and examined herself in the mirror while Giorno took care of himself in a very interesting way. She'd find herself fully changed in both clothing and accessories and apparently her shoes went with it, but looked quite stunning in her own opinion. "Not in the plan, but they're exquisite, Signore~" she moved stepping into those new shoes and found herself capable of casually moving about. As for the notion of doing a sample shoot, she was quite used to that as well, she began moving about heading to the back where a camera was set up with a few different angles on a couple of different surfaces as well as a few mirrors and podiums for standing or angling oneself. She'd be leaving herself open to all instruction as they progressed, especially as they waited for the arrival of his most recent muse.

In the meantime, a loose plan of spending some time, in Veronica's secondary flat, was something worked out between herself and Donnie. Soon after they were heading back though not without walking back into something rather strange. In a moment like this Ronnie knew that Nikki and Leon acted oddly when alone, she didn't know what to expect when she walked in, but Leon doing push-ups was one thing... then there was Nikki, calmly standing right between the man's shoulders bouncing up when he popped up and her feet landing properly when he was holding himself above the ground. "Toughen up, bruv~" Nikki claimed as she continued. Of course when the door opened she looked towards it... "Pizza is in... welcome back~" she added to the pair, while Ronnie took one look at the scene after walking in and said the only thing that made sense to her of the scene she was witnessing, "Girl trouble?" was a passing curosity. Still the frontroom had been set up, plates, snack bowls drinking cups, bottles of water the works. so they could all sit around comfortably with the stack of pizzas right there as well, steam still releasing from the box corners.