Thread: The Free Use Act (Mission Foxxy x Umbral Badger)

Lying in the deluxe afterglow of a powerful orgasm was something that few things could beat. Getting toweled-off by a cute vixen girl with a warm towel, was definitely a compliment. So it was that the teasing tones of Sidney's suggestion went on to grace temporarily deft ears. Albeit after a moment, Nicki did blink in cohesion and adjust his gaze to the trap in front of him. The light blush merging with draconic swashes on his cheeks was adorable, but he didn't let the embarrassment of his messy shirt drag him down. Ah, please do... , the hyrbid answered, almost making an effort to ignore the finger that trailed down his chest. To think that everything had accelerated so quickly... well, he was just a bit bewildered now. A roll of his shoulders sent the shirt down his arms, and a deft flick of a wrist brought it to bear. But a momentary wait--if only to save some face, he did step free of the limousine's confines, and meet Abe halfway, regardless of the exhibition those vibrant red marks brought him--and a rummage later, a simple white dress shirt was thrown about his shoulders, and buttoned promptly. No need for a jacket now, as the basis was anything but formal. Ah, but, thank you Abe, He expressed with a small smile. Employment was one thing, being nice, another. Nevertheless, as they proceeded into the lavish building, Nicki still found himself in abrupt surprise at the lewd acts and shenanigans going down literally everywhere. There wasn't an angle one could look, without spotting some form of fornification! All of it, frankly, had the draconic in a constant state of something between mild anxiety, and outright embarrassment. He had expected, and had known of this, but researching something, and being amidst it all, were two completely different experiences, altogether. That good, eh? I do hope they know the difference between rare, and medium, passed the hybrid in a rather simple attempt at conversation, alongside the ride in the elevator. When the doors opened, the draconic's eyes widened slightly. Posh, but elaborate, the decorations of a typically neo-modern design. Mood lighting acentuated rigid angles and complimentary-contrasting curves of comfortable crimson cushions. Hell, the light from the wall-windows mixed with the dusky lighting of the room itself to give a distinctly dusk-like sensation of a light tint to the panes. Altogether, the atmopshere of the room made one almost more at ease relaxed and ready to enjoy time there. Top-of-the-line, of course. All the more so, when it came to the uniforms of the employees. Or lack-there-of, as it were. Nicki, accustomed to scantily, or professionally clad servers, was blatantly in surprise at the lack of articles. One, of course, would have expected it, given the sexual acts and shenanigans that go on in every peripheral, but he did come from a world of modesty. And, one could only expect so much from research online. Yet, he made the best of it eyes upwards in an attempt to only make eye-contact, even if those heterochromatic hues would entice the weak-willed. Of course, to those astute enough, it was clear his eyes flitted about, enjoying the sights when he believed noone to be watching. A prompt seat brought them to rest in comfortable lounging chairs in parallel to a table curved at the base and stand, to suit an almost laid-back style without awkward angles. But when it came to business, it seemed Nicki was finally into the tune of things. While the couple trying to rather loudly profess their love, was-indeed a bit of a distraction, it seemed that the hybrid prodigy was not one to be--it was clear his eyes launched over Sidney's shoulder more often than not-- distracted. In fact, he paid apt attention to the feminine neko, only the slightest look of bored repetitiveness sparked in his visage. He had been briefed on all of that, already. It was him, of course, that had proposed the changes, adjustments, and demands, that they now read over. While the mega-corps were snoddy in their own rights of power, it all came down to the man they called a mongrel, and his decision. Business-like thought and monotonous tones were thrown aside, at the appearance of their waitress, however, where it was clear that Nicki's eyes were much more appreciative. While many species and blood-types had proliferated over the years, there were still ones that stood as rare-to-see. Especially in certain regions like any partiularly diverse populace. Beautifully endowed, shapely, and with a shock of blank hair that so perfectly complimented a skin in such abrupt contrast...So it was that the hybrid's eyes made their passes with a flush of crimson to compliment them on his cheeks. When he realized the apparent length of his glance, however, a clearing of his throat brought him to appraise the menus for a few moments. Without looking up--and, by chance, he went in order from the menus, without glancing in succession-- he explained, Ah... Perhaps the Lobster-tail, garnished over with a Shrimp Cocktail? Piping hot, prefferably... , he trailed off, shifting one menu for the next. ...Hrm, I'll take a Dirty Chai to go alongside it. Extra chocolate. While there might have been a joke to make there about enjoying mochas, what-with the dark-elf there, when his eyes came to view the final menu, the hybrid looked a little stupified. And, to think,there was no option to pass without, at least, without a remarkably awkward question to it. It was like going to a wine-and-dine, without the wine. The fuck did you say? With an almost apologetic, quirky slip of a smile in his sheepish expression, Nicki turned to his partner for the evening. Er... You're recommendation?