According to Veronica, Donnie was meant to have two pets upon his arrival to this suite. He stared, he blinked, he thought over the specifics of her words. Why did Nikki's other birthday present involve pet behavior? It didn't matter. "You know it ain't my birthday, right?" he asked initially. "You talkin' like a nigga boutta get the large number 7 combo at McNasty's out here," he added. Donnie's eyes were shamelessly shifting down and up Ronnie's body ─ especially as she walked away with a tail that wasn't at all where tails normally went. "... Oh we out here," he commented. Nikki had something Donnie couldn't really see in that box of hers, but it was apparently something he'd see soon enough. Whatever happened with that, Donnie would be almost thoughtlessly following Ronnie toward the pole, hesitating only when she asked about settling damages. "Damages? Nah, nothin' like that went down."
Though that pair didn't bother with the more destructive approach, there was a certain recklessness taking place in Francesca's suite. Giorno was content to settle himself in her depths, but Max couldn't be satisfied without knowing how far this freaky American was willing to go. With the pink-haired man stroking himself right above her face, Francesca freed one ball from her mouth to wonder if he was about to say something... crazy. It was just as she assumed, and just as Serena warned. In fact, it was clearly something so wild that Giorno seemed willing to try freeing the woman by... pulling her from the hips closer to him, and thus farther from Maximillian. "I told you. Fucking rapist," he affirmed. Max didn't seem too bothered by anything... or perhaps he was just that drunk? "What? It is normal to wonder. Fraulein, you like die balls? Do you do die ass?" he asked while pulling the boa, aiming to pull the woman his way again.
Though that pair didn't bother with the more destructive approach, there was a certain recklessness taking place in Francesca's suite. Giorno was content to settle himself in her depths, but Max couldn't be satisfied without knowing how far this freaky American was willing to go. With the pink-haired man stroking himself right above her face, Francesca freed one ball from her mouth to wonder if he was about to say something... crazy. It was just as she assumed, and just as Serena warned. In fact, it was clearly something so wild that Giorno seemed willing to try freeing the woman by... pulling her from the hips closer to him, and thus farther from Maximillian. "I told you. Fucking rapist," he affirmed. Max didn't seem too bothered by anything... or perhaps he was just that drunk? "What? It is normal to wonder. Fraulein, you like die balls? Do you do die ass?" he asked while pulling the boa, aiming to pull the woman his way again.
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