<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

A word of thanks from Chiori wasn't missed by Donnie at all. Even though she'd already moved away, he had no issues both hearing and translating her sentence. His only form of acknowledgement, in respect for her chosen silence, was to raise his glass overhead before taking a sip. Maybe she'd see it. At the same time, Leon was warned about the care he took when intoxicated. The queen was right. Someone else should have been in charge of recording. "Right, ma'am. I'd normally leave it to Ryan... but he's a right wanker. Pardon," he pleaded. Meanwhile, Donnie was laughing as he wrapped an arm around Nikki ─ the same one used to carry his drink. He'd be pulling her in close, even as his other arm slipped around the queen's waist again. "Happy fuckin' birthday! Don't keep trippin' about me bein' me, though. But I'll tell you what... I got somethin' to show you~" he teased.

All the while, Drake and that mysterious stranger seemed to be developing an interesting relationship. Opinions were shared in truth, even though there was more to it than Drake could ever know. In fact, his comment about a holdover was considered a very good idea by the other male. "You're very right about that. I think I've got some options nearby. Maybe I'll meander a little... or pick up something new," he said as if unsure which option he'd go for. He was sure about one thing, though. Nikki in the getup he was imagining was something he'd have to set up whenever possible. Lo and behold, there were even more messages to view. The fourth he saw was confirmation of that forming plan coming to fruition in the future. A wide grin spread across his face, as he was viewing that image while Drake discounted the toe ring idea. "It makes so much of a difference," he insisted. "I didn't always see the point either, but don't underestimate what a good-looking foot could do for a girl's look. You don't even have to be into feet for that," he added while moving on to another image of a bodacious blonde with a much edgier look to her, followed by a similar-looking and more 'gothic' woman in a more normal state of dress. It seemed he'd at least reached all of his major choices with those earlier words, which meant... it wasn't likely to end soon. That utterance caught Drake's attention, and some cordial concern was shown. "I uh... fucked something up. You know that moment when you mean to send someone a message, but you send it to the group chat? Yeah... my phone's going to explode a few more times. Probably. Anyway, this app is almost installed on yours. It's a one-time use of something Lost Galaxy uses to tap any venue they go to. Hey, you ever pitch the idea of a threesome? Had it pitched to you? Considered getting your girl in a gangbang? Any of that?"

[Apollymi]

Chiori wasn't testing Donnie, she already knew she could feel the start of her muse when looking at him, but finding out he was also still a reasonable person was nice. She did indeed see that raised glass, and a little upturn of her lips happened in that same moment as she went back working the party from its outer edges. In the meantime, Leon was explaining who normally handled his recording and it was another name she recognized from the Galar League, and a lad the one in front of her called a 'wanker'. "Hehe~ What an interesting friendship you two must have. No need for pardons, I'm not a stiff," Mirellia mentioned, she was far too young to get hung up on such things while attending a party. At the same time, Nikki found herself being cuddled into Donnie. A grin spread across her face as she just narrowly avoided saying another crazy sentence, if only because Donnie was talking at the time. He had something to show her and advised against her tripping about him being him. She chuckled and shook her head with absolute indignity. "Fat chance, mate. You'll just have to settle for knowing, I'll keep it in my head while I'm not off my ass~" she said with firm assurance. No matter what she was always going to trip about King Don. But what about what he had to show her, "But don't let that stop you, what do you have to show me?" Nikki wondered as she stared into his face. Pictures really didn't do him justice his bone structure was magnificent.

Meanwhile, Drake and the black haired man were enjoying some casual chats. Drake was still nursing his singular drink not wanting to get too wasted or anything, but also enjoying the things the man was saying so casually. He couldn't catch a peak of the other man's phone, but he noted that it was blowing up by the vibrations alone. "That's what's up. You should hang around and catch the big moment if you can. See what happens when you put ya' boy on~" Drake said hyping himself up. Beyond that point it seemed that a toe ring on a nice pair of feet on a nice girl could make a difference even if he wasn't into feet. "I thought that whole into feet thing is a joke. One freaky guy being extra weird," Drake said seemingly standoffish about it. Meanwhile, even though he was a guy with other worldly looks he apparently still had a simple random type of fuck up, sending a whole bunch of messages out at once to a list instead of a single person. "Well, it's only bad if their mad," he offered seemingly having some experience with that. Still there was more, he had an app that would et him in for one time, so he'd make the best of it. "Wow people must really like them just letting them have the sounds like that..." Drake said about the app. As for the idea of sharing his girl friend in a threesome or setting up a gangbang, a slight twist occurred. "Well I like a threesome as much as the next guy, but you gotta be careful setting one of those up. Don't want your girl leaving you over something like that... and hell naw, I ain't setting up no gangbang for my girl. That's my girl, you feel me? I'm not trying to have her ran through, that's something to do with some randoms hoes," Drake seemed to have a very firm opinion about that part, he definitely didn't intend to let anyone else get a piece of his good girl. Just the same more pictures were coming in on that dark haired mans phone. Next a blonde with big blue eyes and a long braided ponytail, the hair of which was used to cover all her important bits in a full body shot, nude and teasing. Several more would be incoming as well...

[Bloodedge]

Nikki wasn't going to abandon the obsession with Donnie being King Don. He couldn't really ask too much of her, but he did like the idea of her viewing him on more balanced terms. If he were to apply numbers to the situation, Donnie would consider himself the one winning their arrangement. Nikoleta Corbyn, Blue Lotus or whatever she chose to go by at the time, was an otherworldly catch. That was something he realized more by the moment. So then, what did he have to show her? It was something he'd been building toward all night ─ a decision he was totally committed to now. "I'ma pull out my best. Lay it down like you never seen before. I promise you I'ma hit it like I got a scope on it," he vowed, leaning right into Nikki's ear just to share the words. "You good wit' that?"

Without even knowing the name of his latest 'associate', Drake suggested that the man stick around for some grand unveiling. 'Sou. Another cheap ring, bad timing one,' he thought while looking contemplative. Still, depending on this reality, he might have a shot at Nikki himself... or perhaps even her sister. Time would tell; he'd probably be around for a bit. Other things Drake believed didn't make sense either. He didn't even believe foot fetishes were real? How uninformed he was. "Every kink started as one freaky guy being extra weird. That's what kinks are before other people start realizing what's good about them. One guy's into feet, his girl gets to find out she likes the feeling, her friends hear about the crazy thing she felt and start thinking about it... blah, blah, blah," he yapped. There was more, but the man took an interest in Drake's response to the threesome idea. He fancied the idea of a threesome that involved another woman, but not the idea of sharing her with another man. The fear deep in his soul was palpable... or, in this case, audible. "Hm. Never had that problem. I like the competition," he said, head tilting as another image appeared on his phone. 'Damn, she must be pretty far ahead. I didn't say make me that hard while I'm in a pre-convergence reality. You want me to blow this universe up?' he thought. "Oh, right. Yeah. Yeah, I'd wreck her shit crazy style, eat her ass upside-down and dumb seven loads in her wo─... That's not what we were talking about, was it? Right. Like I was saying, you've got one shot, and it should be coming up in about... five minutes? Around midnight ─ whatever time it is now."

[Apollymi]

Perhaps there was some form of equality to find between Nikki and Donnie, but it would likely be sometime much later. When her mind calmed down and when she could think about something besides all the different ways she as being impressed by someone she'd had a crush on for her entire pubescent life. Actually, she'd already realized how much they got along from the perspective of them both being the kind of artist who honed their craft well past normal means. Of course none of that mattered as Donnie leaned in and gave Nikki a speech which had her eyes widening gently at his words. He was going to hit her like a man with a scope. That sounded accurate and dangerous, but was she good with it. "That's fucking brilliant, of course I'm good with it~" Nikki said her eyes sparkling. With less than five minutes until her birthday properly started. She had five minutes before the crowning hour, and she thought to spend it... relaxing in Donnie's arm and enjoying the festive atmosphere.

At the same time, Drake was still outside talking to a relative stranger about his career, love life, and all other manner of personal things he would have been better off keeping to himself. Apparently, the man with him was content to yap, about the nature of kinks and how it all started as a single guy being weird about something a girl sharing with friends that they might like it, after deciding that they liked it. "Bruh, that's wild. Not me though... I like to party, but I'm not gonna be the foot party guy," he said firmly. Drake had a few more hard boundaries and some of them he'd already shared, though there was some flexibility in them. He wouldn't run a train with his homies on his girl, but he was the type to activitely participate if he wasn't attached to the girl involved. "Competition? Naw man... I'm not trying kiss a girl whose had her mouth all over another dude or slide in something full of another nigga nut. That ain't cool. And competition? Like my girl gonna be choosing just based on some dick, naw. Not happening... " he seemed rather firm in his decision based solely on how he experienced the world. At the same time, the black haired man was receiving an image of a girl with silver hair in a huge spiraling ponytail. She was stretched out in front of a screen that said winner, showing off her loins and giving the camera the finger. BAKA-ONII TRYING TO FUCK UP MY HIGH SCORE BEING A HENTAI!~ was captioned on that message. Another would come in soon after featuring a different girl, leaned over a desk but with silver hair in long curls at the bottom, one knee up on the table in a pencil skirt, with a full view down a half-buttoned shirt. All the while Drake was responding to ramblings. "Wait, bruh. You can't be talking like you're trying to hop down on my girl. Fantasies are fine and all but I'm locking that down," Drake asserted. Apparently he had like five minutes beyond that until the magic happened. So he finished off his drink and tilted his head back, running the lyrics one more time. He even pulled out that velvet box and looked at the ring inside. An oval cut diamond from the special Elle-East-West Collection, market value 23,000 USD. It was worth it just to put it on Nikki and mark her as his forever. 'Damn gotta keep this freaky ass-eating nigga way from Nikki. Don't need her finding out she like some shit like that...' Drake thought. Well, she probably wouldn't give a random asian dude any play, he definitely wasn't going to beat in thedick competition, that's probably why he had to be into such crazy shit. when you lay pipe proper, you don't have to do no crazy shit.

[Bloodedge]

As anyone could expect, Donnie felt he could speak to Nikki with extra confidence in coming events after her verbal confirmation. He wasn't simply going to go at her the way he did with an old fling. No... she was a National Hunter who could absolutely take everything he had to dish out. Tonight would not be a night to hold back any amount of strength or creativity. "Word. We gon' see what the deal is. Gotta see how King Don Junior, or whatever the hell, is comin' up," he said with a laugh over earlier conversations. With that, Donnie leaned forward to claim Nikki's lips. Five minutes. In five minutes, at the time of Nikki's birthday, Donnie was rested enough to take the stage again. Another song had been written in his mind and soul, and it was once again Nikoleta's turn.

"Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl♪
This goes out to the beautiful girls♪~
Which one of y'all♪~ Which, which one...
Which, which one of y'all♪~
Which one of y'all going home with Simba?♪~"

Donnie's opening for this song was something all fans knew. It tended to be a direct call before his concerts went in a very different direction ─ a call that involved one or more spectacular women joining the stage and... quite possibly leaving the venue with Donnie. Even Leon knew what time it was. As such, he would quickly be found behind the couch, pushing against Nikki's back. "Go on then, Nik! Hope you put the pants on. If ya' start shaggin' on stage, Ron'll have to record it. Don't wanna stream that one," he said even though it was technically a lie.

Casper Drake was very firm about his disinterest in feet. He'd even gone to extreme reiteration despite the other male's insistence that a fetish wasn't necessary for appreciation. "Suit yourself. I dig the toe ring," was all he said. The topic of competition continued as well. Drake didn't like the idea of following another man's spunk, nor did he fancy the thought of a girl connected to him making a choice that... wasn't him. "But I bet you do like the sound of sending a girl back to her boyfriend with your unborn babies still dripping off her chin. That's the most satisfying feeling~" he said in recollection as two more images found their way to his phone. One of the two came with a message that made his brow twitch. "Dumbass, you weren't gonna beat me anyway," he grumbled while sending the same words as a text response. With that sent, he looked over the image of a similar-looking woman with the most 'refined' look thus far. That one, he stared at while Drake rambled about locking Nikki down... or whatever the hell he thought was going to happen. "This still counts as fantasy. I'm not actively doing anything I just said. I'm just saying, if I had the opportunity, she'd have to flush every hole in her body and take a six-hour bath," he said. That, too, came with a strange echoing effect that reached out into space-time. This time, his focus would actually manage to only reach its target: Nikki herself... probably.

[Apollymi]

Nikki found the words of Donnie tantalizing. There was some interesting about the idea of a man doing his absolute best and not holding anything back. The fact that the man of the hour was King Don, only made that better in Nikki's opinion. He even made a joke about seeing what the deal was, and findng out how a junior or whatever would come up. "Come on now, I picked out much better names, Donte, Vance, Nikita, Valencia~" Nikki said, and maybe she was joking... or maybe she'd spent a whole year in high school researching names and deciding a set that wouldn't make their kids into social pariah. But beyond this point a new song was beginning and oddly enough, even Nikki herself could feel it as he began. It was an exciting moment as a fan of King Don. And by the time he started asking, Nikki was moving to get up on her feet, that push from Leon got a smile. "Made some new ones... wish me luck!~" she said as if she even needed it. Nikki's hand went out and she intended to be pulled up. Other young women were still throwing up their hands, a call that seemed almost undeniable to answer to, but all eyes were still on the stage set for a pair who were obviously planning something extreme.

At the same time, Drake was apparently preparing for his big moment, while having a conversation with an unknown male. He claimed that there was something to the toe ring, even as Drake kept proclaiming that he didn't have anything resembling a foot fetish. 'Well, I guess I could see liking the look of something accessorized. I mean... they are still feet,' he thought shaking it away. Beyond that though the man he was now talking to was apparently one who claimed that there was something to find satisfaction in about leaving one's unborn on the face of a woman that didn't belong to them. Drake would participate in something like that, "Well, if yo' girl choosing that's between you and her... I don't have nothing to do with that. If she wants to wallow my children and go home to you... that's none of my business," Drake said, seeming to want to take the open-ended approach to it. He just didn't assume such a thing applied to his own 'good girl'. That grumbling wasn't something Drake understood but he wasn't a gamer or anything like that so that part slipped over his head. As did exactly how many pictures were still flowing into the lad's phone. Next came a picture of two individuals, they shared a general facial shape but one had a raspberry color to their hair while the other had bright red locks. Both were facing each other naked their bodies pressed together in invitation. "You're not gonna get it. I'm locking in..." claimed Drake in a lighter hearted manner than he meant. He wasn't dumb enough to sabotage himself but he definitely didn't want this man near Nikki he gave him the same feeling that Giorno had. Some such thing was being processed as two more pictures were sent one of a purple haired girl with a little crown seated on the throne legs spread and then another with a pink haired girl with good posture flashing her chest. Ah, but there was one stewing... waiting to come until after all others processed.

[Bloodedge]

Before Donnie took the stage, Nikki shared a list of baby names: two boys, two girls. A gentle laugh passed the lad's lips as he got up. "Come on now. My ma would kill me if one of 'em didn't have a Spanish name~" he joked, though there was likely some truth to it in Donnie's mind. With that, he was onstage and making the usual call for companions during the performance. Nikki was getting up even without Leon's pushing, claiming she'd made a new pair of undergarments as she requested a bit of luck. "Ya' don't need it! Show 'im all your secret moves! Whatever tramp stuff Ron taught ya'!" he urged just before Donnie reached down for Nikki's hand to pull her onstage. He didn't stop there. Fully pulling Nikki into himself, Donnie also waved up the others who had elevated hands.

"I see you in the club, ooh, shawty♪
Walking past a nigga looking at me all naughty♪
Then I said, 'Baby, wassup?'♪
Reach for that hand shake, got a hug♪
Bottles of the Ace got me with a lil buzz♪
Up in VIP with all my thug niggas♪~
You leaned over and said you want me♪~
Girl, when the valet pull the Benz up♪
Off to the crib, shawty, where we gon' end up♪
Girl, sit back... relax... hold up,
Let me turn the radio on♪~"

While Donnie performed the first verse of a new song, Drake's chatting companion listened to the oddities in his responses. He couldn't hide having at least a cursory interest in a nice pair of feet. Why he still tried to, the other man couldn't understand. Ah, but there were less sensible things still to come... like Drake admitting he'd leave his mark on someone else's significant other while rejecting the idea of the same happening to his. "So what would you do if that happened to yours? What if she decided to start blowing King Don right now?" he wondered. At the same time, there were more images still for the man to view. Three more came to his device, but the first of that set contained two women, each quite high on his ever-shifting favorites list. The other two had enough similarities to catch his interest. 'Are they also in the same place? Deathberries on the menu?' he thought. As for Drake's claim that he wouldn't be getting an opportunity with Nikki, a bit of the man's reserved competitive spirit bled through despite his later efforts to mediate. "I wouldn't be so quick to assume. If I wanted to, I could... but she's got better things going on for herself than what I can bring. Hard to win over a real musician when I'm just an amateur."

[Apollymi]

A bit of a light jest passed between Nikki and Donnie. She gave a list of potential baby names, and he in turn claimed his mother might kill him if none of the kids had a Spanish name. Nikki gave that a bit of non-playful consideration. "Right, wouldn't want to get a chancla... I'll workshop a couple for each~" she said playfully, of course whether she meant that or not wasn't really an issue. Perhaps someone might eventually appreciate that in all honesty she was doing both things. Leon even gave encouragement with the idea that she didn't need luck just the ability to do the kinds of things she'd been taught by her more worldly older sibling. Beyond that a new song was starting and Nikki was being pulledup on stage with Donnie but it wasn't just her. After Nikki was fully on stage other women were waved up too. Ronnie, Mirellia, Celeste, Chiori, and any other young women who wanted to actively participate found themselves on the stage when the music started another one of those true tales.

Speaking of honesty, Drake still wasn't fully capable of it. Even as a man confirmed his desire to leave his mark on another, he seemed to think the same logic couldn't apply to him. That it wasn't something that he even had to worry about. "She wouldn't do that... she's not the kind of girl that runs around giving top for no reason. She's really classy, feel me? Like no fucking on the first date or anything. Besides there's only one reason she would even do something like that, and would be to put me on. If it was like that... I guess you can forgive a good girl for a bad decision. You know, ends justifying means type shit," Drake said, as a point of his experience with Nikki. But that didn't really answer the question if Nikki was doing something like that then Donnie was the one to blame. At the same time more pictures were coming Yugi's way, a black haired beauty with glowing red eyes, posed doing a vertical split on a stripper pole, in nothing but pasties. A blue haired girl in an overiszed t-shirt, posed over a joystick with an active game screen in the background big green eyes looking imploring. Even a white haired Russian, sitting in a hot tub, against the background of a snowy winter wonderland with a wink displayed. No matter all those pictures still filtering in and Drake was only left to wonder what this man's angle was exactly. "Bruh, for a second I thought you was on one. Good that you recognize the moment... staying in your own lane is important," claimed Drake as if it was a perfectly reasonable thing for him to say. He didn't know... he couldn't know. "Yo, is this the song I'm in on? Bruh... I wonder if I can switch the flow up enough..." he commented going back over the lines to find the right rhythm for the delivery to the sounds he was currently hearing.

[Bloodedge]

Nikki joined Donnie, and a list of others rose as well. The number of absolute specimens getting up to dance with this song outstripped every other performance Donnie had to date, whether by number or by quality. Most importantly, he had Nikki in close enough proximity to pick up just where he'd left off with the queen ─ an arm around her midriff and a partial erection grinding firmly against her backside. Still quite taken by the earlier marijuana, Leon tried to join the group as well. He obviously skipped over Ronnie, looking to the queen and deciding he didn't have the balls King Don did. So instead, the large man moved closer to Celeste with every hope he could pick himself up a dance partner.

"Girl, when I get you to the crib♪~
Upstairs to the bed♪~
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
Girl, when I pull back them sheets♪~
And you climb on top of me♪~
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
You gon' think I invented sex♪
You gon' think I invented sex♪
You gon' think I invented sex♪"

According to Drake, Nikki wasn't the type of girl who'd go around sucking other guys for no reason. That was very true. She wouldn't do anything of the sort for no reason, but... "Anybody will do anything for the right reason," the black-haired man argued. There were so many extra clauses one could apply to Drake's logic ─ some sensible, and some... Drake-influenced. The stranger would apply the former. "I could get somebody into Lost Galaxy for something like that. Well... there's no point to it now. Moving on," he rambled. Still, that man had eyes glued on his phone. The images were still flowing through, making the decisions that followed this visit infinitely difficult. He might even have to throw another party. All things considered, he definitely had to find more control over that vocal power. Just the same, Drake should have been seeking better functionality of his own brain. Did he really think the man was deferring to him? "Huh. Yeah... staying in your own lane is very important. It's always tough to watch someone become Icarus. Well... except when it's funny to watch~" he said with a tone of light amusement. "This is the song. You're verse 3. Everyone else is already in the VIP room."

[Apollymi]

Nikki joined Donnie and soon enough sh ewas working her hips against a half erection while he sang to her again. She couldn't help but find the groove and begin the gentle bouncing of her hips against a body made to hold up against her advances. Twerking on King Don was just the start though as she lowered her body and rubbed it against him in time with the music. She wasn't resisting her desires at all, even allowing her hands to move down his body as she bent over at the waist and threw her massive ass back on him, that tiny dress showing more and more leg as she did. At the same time, the other young women were simply having a good time, and enjoying things as they were even dancing with each ohter and all. One person lacking a partner was Celeste who'd be finding one in the form of an approaching Leon, after he considered and shook off his own cousin and the Queen. One had to give him credit for making a high tier choice just the same and Celeste began dancing with him, seeming to enjoy a big and muscular frame.

While the dancing seemed to go on for a while within that VIP, Drake's attitude about his relationship became clearer and clearer by the second. His girl was a good one, she'd only act out on his behalf. He didn't share, but he'd freely take a bit here and a bit there. The black haired man said anyone would do anything for the right reasons, "Yeah, but... a random famous person, she's not that kinda trashy," said Drake which might have been the closest thing to a compliment that didn't involve a reference to himself that he had to offer for Nikki. Meanwhile a picture of a darkhaired woman who's clothes were coming apart like strands of hair with only glasses and guns on besides that appeared. As well as a picture of a woman with grey skin, red markings and wide eyes, completely naked and bent over an alter. What else would come eventually would be a picture of a readhead with rings for eyes, obviously not holding the camera, as she wore a pencil skirt and button up and seemed to be slipping off a pair of panties in the picture staring directly into the camera. Such were the kinds of women that were willing to share, and willing to be shared all across the universe. One of the final ones to appear would be a girl with purplish blue hair that was separated into twin tails which spiraled heavily. Her eyes had dark circles beneath and she looked like she'd gotten dressed in the most messy fashion possible, her hat slipping off the side o her head. She was wrapped in blue star covered robes wearing no clothes underneath, bent over and being held by the hair up at the camera. Heard it twice (⸝⸝¬`⩊´¬⸝⸝) Cum and get tuned Daddy (๑>؂•̀๑) Beyond that there was the fact that Drake was apparently quite behind. He was willing to let most things go for the sake of his career, including any extra animosity he might have felt from words spoken by that dark haired man. "Already in the VIP? She didn't even text me she was coming here... and since when does this place have something more exclusive than this VIP?" Drake seemed aghast drained the last of his drink and stood shaking off everything and cleaning up his suit. He had to go obviously and would be walking towards the backgroom.

[Bloodedge]

Everyone else's activities were none of Donnie's concern for the moment, but he did care to get them all moving somehow. It was a party, after all; everyone had reason to enjoy it. If one looked around, they might even notice the blue-haired Spaniard Rafael had recently returned to the room. He, too, was dancing around somewhere between Ronnie and Chiori. As for Donnie himself, the dance he shared with Nikki was already anything but normal ─ even for standards already established today. Their grinding had Nikki's dress lifting in the same time it took Donnie's pants to become tighter and tighter. By the end of the first hook, his hand wandered from her midsection just to find the skin of an upper thigh where he could have sworn fabric was supposed to be. Well... that certainly didn't dissuade him from rubbing against what he found there anyway.

"Put the code in the gate♪ Pull up to the driveway♪
Said she like the way I touch her♪ Mami need a usher♪
I got a confession♪
Know we 'bout to sin, but your body is a blessing~
FATHER FORGIVE ME!♫~
Girl, can we take it upstairs?♪ My bed's waiting there♪
All I wanna do!♪ Is give you all of me,
Won't you give me all of you?♪
I want your body like right now!♪
You know I live a Magnum lifestyle!♪
So baby, turn the lights dooown... and I'mma turn you OOOOON!♫~"

Another verse in the books for Donnie had some very interesting things happening throughout the room, while Casper Drake remained completely unawares. He was still talking to a total stranger that he thought would sign him to Lost Galaxy. What an idiot. Even worse was the comment about Nikki not whoring herself out to any old random celebrity. "Yeah... definitely not a random famous person. Only a really important one," he said as if he were rolling his eyes mentally. All the while, the pictures were still coming one by one. And then... a very difficult choice was being made very easy. Just when he was ready to respond to that redhead, a message about hearing something twice came from someone he'd technically seen at the beginning of this photo reel. "Fuck do you mean twice? How? Why?!" he asked and texted in unison. As if that matter wasn't perplexing enough, the rest of that message involved a type of suggestion he really couldn't turn his nose up to. "... Bitch," he grumbled. Ah, but Drake was actively trying to reach the VIP room currently filled by people of actual importance. It seemed he didn't know there was more than just a VIP section... which said much about his status as a public figure. "There are VIPs among VIPs. You wouldn't put the president in the same room as a baseball player, would you? Also... I did tell you, you were late. And you're running off without your phone and mic. You're going to want it~"

[Apollymi]

All the young women were up on stage dancing. Celeste was dancing with Leon, the Queen was dancing pretty much on her own with the other young women. And at the same time, Chiori and Ronnie were joined by Rafi, who got a head nod and a knowing smirk from Chiori as she acknowledged his late arrival. But what of the birthday girl herself? A sensual dance was evolving. And the more Donnie sang the less she thought about how her movements likely looked to other people. No, her gyrations had evolved into subtle and then less subtle drops down his member and then bounces back up. With every one of these movements. lifting that dress until her bottom was very visible and the thong beneath her dress was being flashed directly up at Donnie in the the piece that was usually a triangle a woven lace crown of her own design, a play on the originals. Though they still said steal this girl on the front. By the time that overly large bottom was fully exposed, Nikki was bracing herself to slowly and properly grind against Donnie a hand so conspicuously slipping up his shaft whenever her hand made contact. It was like she was testing the strength of him, but she already knew his muscled form was something she would easily enjoy. 'I'm gonna end up bouncing on this cock 'til I break myself~' Nikki thought with bemusement, as the more contact she had with this man, the more she was certain her life would never be the same again. Oddly enough, she couldn't even remember what she was doing before she decided that King Don was worth the full pursuit of her day, from the invitation to her birthday to snacks and smoke with her family, to sexual encounters of various sorts. She couldn't even remember what it was she was forgetting.

Meanwhile, Nikki didn't know that the thing she was forgetting was literally right outside the door, in the lesser VIP section of this same club, preparing to make his 'grand entrance'. Drake wasn't completely oblivious to sarcasm. "Bruh, don't be smart about it," Drake said waving him off as if everything said here was in good fun and maybe it was. Angry texting was taking place as the extreme vibrations of the other man's phone finally seemed to be waning. The response, seemed to be something very specific, "Man are you losing a game or something?" Drake couldn't help but wonder as he heard that odd reply. I mean it happened twice for me. But if you think about how sound waves travel, you'll come to the conclusion on your own. Control through pitch but that's a bit harder for you to shift on your own, which is why, tuning ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ was the message sent in return. Of course, that one was just happy to share her research and also get the dick she was looking for. Soon after his comment though, Drake began rushing, while an explanation of VIPs was also incoming as he stood and began to walk. "Well, yeah you can say that, but I didn't think a musician could swing that kind of pull," Drake claimed about the first part, as his phone and earpiece were apparently still there. "Fuck, good look. I'm all outta character and shit, gotta calm down~" he said putting on a bit of false bravado. He'd been late somewhere multiple times today, there was no reason he wouldn't keep acting just as he always did. He went back for them nodding as he understood his task, and fit the ear piece in as well.

[Bloodedge]

The most 'important' dance happening in that VIP room was doing much more than becoming sensual or risque. No, that would have been far too simple. They were rubbing against each other so very thoroughly, Nikki's skirt was naturally lifted off her hips and onto her waist, revealing a custom-made thong with his own symbolic crown upon it. As if that wasn't enough, her hand was exploring his bulge with much purpose, totally unlike the queen's earlier touch that seemed accidental in the beginning. This one was a targeted attack that Donnie freely left himself open to whenever he wasn't grinding that same bulge right between bouncing cheeks.

"Girl, when I get you to the crib♪~
Upstairs to the bed♪~
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
Girl, when I pull back them sheets♪~
And you climb on top of me♪~
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
Girl, you gon' think♪ Girl, you gon' think♪
You gon' think I invented sex♪
You gon' think I invented sex♪
'Cause I do it like I did♪~
Yeah... You gon' think I invented sex♪"

What Donnie intended from that moment forward was another pause to let the instrumental breathe... and to allow a bit more time to bask in the dance, if it even remained a dance for very long. His hand had already moved to Nikki's uncovered ass cheek, where it rubbed, squeezed and slapped. Whatever came of the repeated evolutions between them, it seemed the other dancers were incidentally covering most potential viewpoints from any passersby. Alas, Drake was slowly making his way in to place a verse within the song. Before that, however, the stranger expressed something resembling anger ─ which Drake brought into question. "Not really a game. I don't lose games," he said simply. At the same time, he sent a reply message. It read: Not built for that naturally. I'll be around. Who's that in the back? While that was being sent, Drake returned to retrieve his phone and the microphone. The stranger looked toward the VIP room's bouncer and attempted another test once he made eye contact. "Let him in," he said in a way that would only be heard by the necessary target. As for Drake and his belief that a musician didn't have the kind of pull to get a private VIP room... "Some random one wouldn't. I'll see you again when you're done... Drake," he said, struggling to prevent a laugh that so badly wanted to force itself.

[Apollymi]

The dancing taking palce on stage while a song was sung became the most interesting thing to see. Though the others were dancing their movements would carry in such a way that they'd eventually be surrounding the centeral couple of Donnie and Nikki, technically blocking the view of those from the outside in, but this wasn't purposeful. It was simply the natural way that the group ended up spread out As for Donnie and Nikki, the woman of that pair found her bouncing bottom beming met, eventually she'd even end up with one hand on the floor palm flat bracing for impacts that were far too sexual for them to remain platonic. As she continued with that bounce of her ass being controlled now from her thighs and lower back, her ass was left to roll in his vision with his crown symbol at the top. While her other unoccupied hand had been out at the side and then only shifted back again to continued accosting his shaft. Eventually that hand traveled upward as the chorus was winding up. Nikki wasn't feeling anything but the music and she beat against her backside. If that was all she needed, she'd be beginning to undo that belt buckle.

While the pair dancing and singing got closer to something disrespectful in the VIP of the club, Drake was outside of the room with a different young man getting himself together. Apparently that man wouldn't have lost a game, but he was still something close to upset. Maybe his plans for the night fell through, oh well... as long as he stayed far away from Nikki Drake couldn't relate. "Don't stess or anything~" Drake offered in that neutral way people spoke sometimes. At the same time, a different kind of message was being responded to, from the perspective, I knew you'd get it ٩>ᴗ<)وs Spoilers (>ᴗ•) That text was sent and by the time he would have received it, Drake was watching as the door to the VIP opened for him. He couldn't see anything immediately but he knew this was the right right place he started with a word and led himself into the beat with the words he'd memorized from his phone. He'd also activated his autotune so he could sing appropriately through the right moment. Stepping further into the room as he'd deliver lines, but not looking at the crowd initally as he focused on his recall.

All right!~
It's a celebration clap, clap, bravo~
Lobster and shrimp and a glass of Moscato~
For the girl who's a student and the friend who's a model~
Finish the whole bottle and we gonna do it big like this...
Yeah! And he was just practice~
He ain't in your world, you can take him off your atlas~
Girl, you on fire, can I be the one you match with?~
I'll give you the credit card and baby, you can max this oooout♪~
Show me where your tats is~
Show me where you heads at, maybe I can grasp it~
If you ever come up with a question, you should ask it~
Caught up on your ex still? I can get you past it!~
Yeah, and your friends all suggest~
What's the chance of this nigga being better than the rest?~
Just tell 'em you appreciate the help~
But you just got to know for yourself!

[Bloodedge]

One thing Donnie didn't know, was that Nikki had even more tricks to unveil. One of her hands reached down to the floor, and the bounce of her ass against his lap became a downright tidal wave of a ripple. Donnie watched her flesh cascade to and fro, nearly slamming against his erection. If only they were minus a few layers, things would be very interesting. Ah, but Nikki apparently had a thought about that as well. Between a grind against the lass and a slap to the side of her rear, Donnie watched her extended arm move inward to unclip his belt buckle. Donnie pulled the microphone away from his mouth to speak without letting the whole club know what was being said. "Damn, ma. You want it that bad? Go 'head and act like it's yo' birthday!" he encouraged, absolutely throbbing against her barely-covered folds already.

Drake was allowed freedom to enter the VIP room, which gave that black-haired man freedom to continue his conversation. He knew things were going to take a turn for the worst... or for the better, in anyone else's case. For now, the task he took upon himself merely involved standing outside the VIP room in wait. Don't you fucking 'spoilers' ME! Switch to video call! he sent demandingly. Meanwhile, the third chorus of a song Donnie didn't construct one for was beginning... but Donnie didn't seem to register it for the first couple of lines. For that small period of time, he could only hear the instrumental and... quite possibly his own heartbeat, or Nikki's... or both.