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Aiden:
Mira

"So just stay away from the place with her name or somethin'? Alright..." Mira bit her lip for a moment, then leaned down to peck her on the cheek before vanishing in a burst of speed that made the curtains move with her. First stop was the kitchen while her cheeks cooled off! Just to check the place out. Her own 'kitchen' was just a fridge with a microwave and a plug in stove top, Malicia would remember.

SINIB:
Malicia

The elder demon waved at her as she scampered off, continuing to sit on her ass and cast her grand spell. She glanced over at the sex toys, feeling rather horny left by her lonesome.



The kitchen was a behemoth that seemed practically out of a fantasy. A stove that didn't use heat to cook, a microwave that was also a toaster that was also an air frier, a fridge which had a computer screen built into it and which would generate ingredients with the application of mana...

Even the pots seemed fancy, let alone the marbled counters and the art hanging on the wall above the skin.

Malicia's bedroom was massive, merging into the bathroom near the far side of the wall. She had an immense, extra long king-sized bed with blue sheets a shade darker than her hair, another collection of sex toys next to the bed, and a closet the size of Mira's bedroom, filled with an incomprehensible amount of outfits. Some sort of projector device hung above the bed, connected up with each of the newest game consoles...

And on the far side of the room, the fine wooden floor fused and morphed into tile. A walk in shower, as well as a heating pool which served as a bath, filled with some sort of quivering jelly? Dominated the room. She only had a small toilet however, reminding Mira that her girlfriend didn't really seem to poop or pee all that often. It was probably more for guests than herself.

Across the hall from Mal's was a door simply labeled "Lily."

As she came back down the hall to continue exploring, Mira saw Malicia toss what looked like a priceless bowl haphhazardly at the coffee table. It shattered, and suddenly the most delicious assortment of foods and drinks she'd ever conceived of lined the tables in the room, materializing out of thin air.

"Dinner, is served~☆" Malicia patted the couch right next to her, gesturing for Mira to come over. "Enjoy going through my stuff, ehehe?"

Bern:
Lulu

"As far as I can tell you're all bark and no bitr? Are all Elves like thar or are you just and especially spoiled princess" And  just then her hips slammet down on Eru's crotch, the Angel had taken her whole length deep inside her most greedy depths.

"Let's see how long you'll last when I get a little serious okay~"

Hibiki:
Nika

Those lovebirds quickly seized their opportunity to exit the scene, no doubt having better things to do than dealing with unwanted attentions of a guy who peppered his speech with gallicisms. Was he even French or just thought that French would make him more desirable in eyes of the women in this age? That was so... 18th century. She mingled with the polite society back then whenever she had enough patience, but emphasis on 'enough'. Marc hardly looked like he'd fit in the polite society either.

"Uhh, fine, I guess?" She played with her messy shortish hair, a habit she displayed in such awkward situations when she didn't have to control her mannerisms, her other arm held by the guy whose tryhard politeness now she had to endure. After a very brief, but palpable moment of silence, she said:

"You know, I didn't dress up for a date, so we can spare ourselves formalities and all that elaborate dance. I don't look the part, but I'm an aristocrat," Indeed, someone in a hoodie, black leggings and sneakers didn't look very regal. "so you have even have my permission to drop the macaronisms. It's not a "mademoisselle", it's "Nika". Feel free to hold my arm though. A blind date is still a date."

She supposed she'd still gobble him up a bit so she'd go along with what he thought about this meeting. Just... with less politeness. Felt too formal in their circumstances.

Kotomine_Rin:
Marc

"...but I like macaroni." He glanced down with a mopey expression - if men had the ears of hounds, it would be no exaggeration to say his would be drooping. And much like a royal pomerian, they soon perked back up when she mentioned her heritage. "Woah, so you're royalty too? Neat."

He wondered if she knew Valerie too. Actually, probably not - she seemed to have a few more screws in place than his master. Then again, he wasn't one to talk.

"Ahem, yes maam- er, Nika." What a lovely name. And since she was a classy lady, he'd be remiss to refuse her request. He gallantly wrapped his arm around hers with a charming expression, slyer and cleverer than a little drunken song and dance gives credit for. It was good too, that way he didn't have to worry about landing on his face from his drunken gait. "And since you were so eager to get a nibble out of me, why don't we try a place that'll get our blood hot and boiling? Ever had a Go-Kart race?"

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