Emily
As both the lavender-head and the emperor came, Emily couldn't help a small smile, for they were just getting started. The strange scene continued on, the redhead finding new ways to pleasure the two, catering to each of their tastes. Rider was hurt and degraded like the wanton fucktoy she wanted to be, just as Nero was exhibited in increasingly lurid ways, every appealing inch of the busty blonde put on display for Emily's and Rider's to appreciate. Well, insofar as the latter was able to appreciate the sight writhing in pain and humiliation as she was. The redhead had had plenty of fun making her cum over and over, each one drawing more attention to just how much of a glutton she was for pain and punishment. Even when she'd been forbidden from release, it seemed like she wasn't even trying to hold back her orgasms.
Of course, Nero was just as delightful to play with, in a different way from Rider. The blonde wanted to be seen, wanted to be appreciated, so the redhead did just that, running lips and teeth and tongue and fingers over every inch of the emperor, vines filling her in all sorts of ways when Emily's fingers weren't. The blonde went to the edge of running herself ragged and past without any hesitation, even that seemingly boundless energy that pouring forth from her eventually slowing to a slow drip, sweet little gasps and moans the only real reaction Nero was able to muster anymore.
Eventually, the redhead stood over the two, gasping and writhing in puddles of their own juices, vines finally slipping back into the floor as she looked over them. With all that was said and done, Emily was...disappointed. Thoroughly disappointed. While fulfilling the desires of others was its own reward, as evidenced by the beautiful sight before her, neither of them had been able to satisfy the redhead's own needs, leaving her feeling quite wanting, to say the least.
"...Really, is that all?" Emily muttered under her breath, moving off to get dressed again, retrieving a plastic bag from her shopping bag and dumping the sweat and cum-slicked one-piece in before tying it off, and looking back at the two, "Pathetic."
After that, the day went by almost entirely as planned, aside from the time lost on the morning's shopping. With her on-call hours over and done with, Emily found herself at one of the many clubs scattered around the Nexus, in a thin sweater that practically clung to her like a second skin and jeans that were only a little less snug, accentuating every curve on the redhead's body as she sat at the bar, nursing a drink as she looked around from the VIP lounge that she'd so "convincingly" asked the doorman to let her into.
What was it that had drawn her to this club? Perhaps the entertainment? Twins with tight curves, gossamer wings, and inviting smiles both literally and figuratively flying up and down the poles. Maybe. Maybe it was the bartender, handsome, dark-skinned, broad-shouldered, impeccably well-mannered, and with a wonderful baritone that she was sure she'd enjoy hearing in a more intimate setting. Or perhaps the fact that the music wasn't the kind that grated on the ears and the senses. Whatever it was, the redhead was sure she'd be visiting this place again later on.