The Marble Mansion

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....At approximately 9:00 p.m. on a Saturday night, Damion Riggs awoke upon an immense bed, its size well more than that of two king-sized beds stuck adjacently next to each other, covered by the red velvet comforter which was smothering him in its warm embrace. Looking to his right, he caught bleary sight of the time, as well as the face of Natasha, a smokin' hot blonde Russian babe who was one of the many certified 'maids' of the mansion in which he and his friend lived. And by mansion, we mean to say the monstrous thing large enough to fit the entirety of Barton within, and probably comfortably.
.....Shoving himself up and propping his torso upon both elbows, he noted Sarah, the other maid who had joined him and Natasha. Both were of his own personal escort, and both were beyond ********. Thus why they now accompanied his personage in his bed.
.....His hands wiped bleary sleep from his eye sockets, and he proceeded to roll out of bed, careful to not wake either of his night's women from their sleep. "They need it," he smirked, and went to the bathroom to quickly wash up.

[Marcel-Lockharte]

At about.. Oh say. 9:15 p.m. on the same night, Royce Stone woke up in his bed, yawning and stretching as he did so. He looked around, taking note that Jessica and Alison were still there. He rubbed his eyes, wiping the sleep away. He smiled and began to get out of bed.

As he got up, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his lower torso. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Steam began to rise. The towel dropped to the floor and he stepped in.

"Man, good day."

[Nero Haven]

At about...ah, who gives a ******** what time it was, all that mattered is what was happening. On that note, what was happening? What was happening was the Russian/French main who Ethan had never learned the name of was currently taking a shower in his personal bathroom. He usually didn't like any of his 'harem' to use his personal bathroom, and would rather they used the 'public' ones, but he didn't mind today.

Why didn't he mind, you ask? Well, he was joining her. Ethan was only a few steps away from the shower, and opened the sliding panel stained glass doors. He took a step in, and turned on the loud misters along the wall of the shower. He liked his privacy, visual and auditory.

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....After cleaning himself up in his beautiful lavatory, Damion walked out quite in the nude to see his two beautifully naked partners awake and enjoying themselves in his bed. "What's this!?" he demanded, keeping a straight face. "Already up and about without me!? It seems I've a mind to punish the both of you!" And with that, he took a running start and leapt clear over the height of his bed, sailing onto it and landing cleanly upon one of the Russian women, who let out a mix between a giggle and a scream.
.....Let us just say that the 'punishing' going on was a bit kinkier than, say, a slap on the... wrist.

[Marcel-Lockharte]

Royce could hear Damion land on the bed even two stories below. He just shook his head and cut off the shower. After he was done getting dressed he walked out into the bedroom. There, his two beautiful ladies were awake and enjoying some TV. He smiled. He always did like the one's that actually liked other things besides sex. And these two were his favorite.

"Well, good evening my two beautiful's." He said as he kissed them on the forhead. "How was your day?"

The ladies just giggled and replied with a very warm and truthful "Great!"

[Nero Haven]

It wasn't long before a dizzy Russian maid left the shower, leaving Ethan to himself to actually wash up. The Russian staggered around the bathroom for a moment, and then found her way out the door, dripping wet.

"I wonder if I'm going to hell for all this..." Ethan said to himself in the shower with a smile, lathering the shampoo on his head. He laughed a bit to himself, and then answered his own question. "Of course I am, but at least all these chicks are going to provide some goof company for me there."

A few moments later, Ethan rinsed his head off, and walked out of the shower, wraped a towel around his waist, and then left the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of his circular bed, which took up the center of his circular room. He laid back and closed his eyes. Ethan liked to get a bit of rest every once in awhile, unlike Damion.

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

.....After all 'punishing' was said and done... well, more done than said... Damion, rather than dosing off once more, got up once again and returned for another steaming shower. This time; however, he would be taking a good forty-five minutes, or thereabouts, for both women joined him for the rinsing and washing and sudsing.
.....Much later, three figures would be standing in a steamed bathroom, towels wrapped around their lower body parts. After pulling on some pants and watching his two companions return their body-fitting mandatory suits to their figures, all three began the spiraling descent down the corkscrew staircase, which was encased in a tube of marble so as not to have to face what sights may be procured from entering either of the three upper floors, until they reached the lowermost floor. The two Russian maids then left Damion and began taking care of household duties, busying themselves about and bending over vases, tables, and whatnot household items in only the most revealing of manners.
.....Damion then proceeded to approach the bar counter, slapping Sara's a** as he passed by her. She giggled, then re-busied herself. He sat down upon a bar stool and ordered an apple martini on the rocks, the smokin' female waitress serving it to him in record time.
.....He downed it.

[Marcel-Lockharte]

After Royce was completely dressed, as where his two ladies, all three made their way down the marble staircase. When he reached the bottom, they kissed him goodbye and begin doing their chores. Royce saw that Damion was at the bar so he made his way over to him. He grabbed a seat beside him.

"Hey D. I take it you had a good day."

He laughed. He already knew the answer to that.

[Nero Haven]

With a few strokes of the towel over Ethan's head, his hair was mostly dry, as dry as it was going to be from a simple towel-drying. He then proceeded to get dressed, and lengthy process of at least half an hour. Most of the clothes he wore took extensive work to put on, having buckles, latches, and other things to consume time placed on them periodically. Now, his clothes weren't gothic with studs and chains, but they were more professional.

The cuffs were thick, and folded back, silver and with a pair of buckles holding them in place. The shirt itself was black, made from a form of silk. A diagonal line ran across the shirt, from the upper left to lower right. Know how some shirts button-up in a vertical line? Well, this was similar, except that line was tilted, and it had a long series of small buckles on it. The sleeves of the shirt were rather simple, and simply had a leather streak running along the top of them. The pants Ethan wore were average, for him at least. They were as black as the shirt, but had a darker texture to them, thicker. They were made of a velvet-like cloth, and the right leg had three strips of long cloth running off of the front of the upper leg, only to reconnect on the back of the same leg, the cloth making a downwards arc, hugging against the pants slightly. To top everything off, Ethan put on a soft, black hat, which had a silver feather placed in it. It was a small hat, but it was shaped like a musketeer hat. Ethan pulled it down and to the right slightly, making it almost cover his right eye.

The complete process would have taken anyone else hours, but Ethan was an expert of his own clothing, seeing as he designed it. He smiled at his beautiful self, and walked downstairs to acompany his friends. As he reached the bar, he sat down quietly, and rested his elbows on the counter with a yawn.

[The Deus Ex Machina]

Well, it appeared the Makroz was lost again, wandering the landscape of Gaia. He thought he'd take a short cut from Durem to Gambino and be there in about 45min. It had been 6 hours, most of it spent walking in circles, following footprints until he realized that they had been printed by the sole of his own vibranium boot. The sixteen year old was not afraid, but rather anxious, he had promised a certain friend he'd meet her at the casino and they'd sneak in together, using what little money they had to possibly hit it big. He pulled his second to last cigarette from his pocket and lit it, though he appeared 16 he was far, far older. About halfway down the stick his shoes would tap across a marble surface, no doubt man made. By now he figured she had either left or had went in without him, and lost beyond all reason he decided to make an adventure out of it, heading down the wonderful white marble road.

[The Deus Ex Machina]

Continuing his progression, he entered the garden way, his red eyes glowing behind a black curtain of mid-length hair. It had been ages since he had seen such things, vaguely remembering such wonders in other places during his childhood. He would move closer, observing the diamond, inspecting it by both sight and touch, his printless hands leaving no smudges. Smirking he tear himself away from the sight and continue on. Who knew what lied ahead.

[Nero Haven]

Ethan was a bit bored by this time of day, and was sitting in his study with a few large pieces of drafting paper. He had a few drafting materials scattered around his desk, and an extra pencil placed behind his right ear. He never needed it, he just thought it made him look good.

[[Niitsu] - the - [First]]

....."Answer's obvious, Royce; when's a day bad?" chuckled Damion as he obliviously eyed the quite voluptuous form of Tanya's breasts, yet another of his fourteen-woman squad of Russian maids. A smile crept across his face, which was rather quickly hidden behind a full glass of yet another apple martini; that was his third of the night.
.....Swiveling about in his chair, Damion's feet met with the carpet of the bar section of their lovely Marble Mansion, and he began striding around to the other side of the counter. Lifting up the hinged horizontal entrance-piece of the counter, he entered the place behind the bar and, with a farewell to Royce, returned once more to his uppermost bedroom. There, he entered his personal training room; he felt surprisingly fat, despite being in excellent shape, and drinking tended to make him full with the urge for strenuous activities. Of course, said strenuous activities were not always limited to sexually strenuous activities... just mostly.

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.....'Run, run, run...' was all that was coursing through Damion's mind at the moment. He was currently holding a steady pace at nine miles-an-hour, and had so far run nearly three miles in under twenty-five minutes. He was sweating like a pig, though, and felt he needed a shower soon. 'After I bench.' With that, he smashed the 'OFF' button of the machine, grabbed the towel on the left-hand armrest, and jumped off, patting at his glistening face.
....."Five reps," he said, eyeing the bench-press. "Then Sarah and Shannah." He smiled, threw his towel on the ground, and lowered himself onto the bench beneath the bar, his weight already preset to a hundred eighty-five; 'Easy enough.' He had five reps done within half an hour, got a shower after another fifteen minutes, and then proceeded to consulting the house-speaker beside his bed.
....."Sarah, Shannah, why don't ya'll head up here for the night." It wasn't a question; any of his girls were more than happy when they were picked to join him.
.....After all his extravagant working out, it seemed he was getting an extra sideline boost for the night.

.....:~:"And on that note, I'll catch ya'll on the morrow.":~: