The vans pulled up to the fancy hotel, its tall glass front shining under the night lights. The group got out, following Yumi up the steps and into a big elevator that zoomed them to the top floor.

She led them down a quiet hall to a wide door, swiping a key card with a beep.

"Here we are! The girls are inside. Have a blast!"

Yumi waved with her high, bubbly voice, then skipped off down the hall.

Nash pushed the door open, and the Blacklist team stepped into the penthouse suite.

The room felt cozy and lived-in, like a large living room where friends would gather after a long day.

Soft light from the city outside the huge windows created patterns on the shiny stone floor. Big comfy couches sat in a loose circle around a low table covered in bottles of sake, wine, and bright mixed drinks. Plates of sushi, fruit sticks, and small bowls of wasabi sat there, half-eaten.

The air smelled nice, with a hint of jasmine from a small machine in the corner, mixed with a bit of sweat from the girls.

Baby-Boom were scattered around, stripped of their stage shine and caught in their own rhythms.

Rei was sitting on the main couch, keeping her posture clean even in simple clothes. She had that calm, noble presence, as if she owned the room.

Miko was next to her, big glasses sliding down her nose as she tapped on her tablet, frowning at fan posts.

"Ugh, all these pervs are talking about is the orgy. What about our songs?"

She muttered, annoyed that the concert got lost in the mess.

Kai lay on a beanbag, her tanned legs up, her jersey loose, showing her sports bra, kicking a loose string on the floor as if it bothered her.

Hina jumped around, her yellow hair bouncing, as she poured drinks too fast, causing some to spill on the table. Her frilly skirt was accidentally flipped up, revealing her lacy panties as she bent to wipe it.

The lace clung to the curve of her butt, the round shape outlined clearly in the light. Mac and Drex both froze, their throats bobbing in unison as they gulped hard at the sight, eyes locked before they exchanged a gaze.

[Easy Girl Detected: Target locked]

Aiko was sitting in a corner chair, wearing a tight little top that accentuated her chest, pretending to look at her phone while peeking at everyone.

Hina spotted them and her eyes immediately lit up.

She bounced over, almost tripping on a cord from a lamp, catching herself with a giggle.

"Yaaay! You made it!"

All five Baby-Boom girls turned their heads toward them, their expressions shifting, Rei calm, Miko peering over her glasses, Kai lounging and smirking, Aiko peeking nervously from behind her phone.

"Hi hi! I'm Hina, the super bouncy one who makes everything fun, like a walking party popper!"

Hina squealed, bouncing on her toes with her drink sloshing over the rim, a little splash hitting the rug.

She wiped it quick with her sleeve, giggling.

"Don't mind it. Oh, and over there on the big couch, that's our prince, Rei. She's all cool and sweet, like a fresh minty breeze on a hot day."

Hina pointed with a big wave, and Rei looked up from her spot, lifting one hand in a smooth, graceful wave, her calm smile saying 'welcome' without words.

"Then next to her is Miko, our tiny genius with the big brain, think fluffy cloud brainiac, always dreaming up smart stuff while munching snacks!"

Hina gestured wildly toward Miko, who pushed her glasses up with one finger, barely glancing from her tablet, but gave a quick nod and a flat "Hey" before diving back in.

Hina spun around, nearly knocking a fruit stick off the table.

"Ooh, and lounging like a lazy lion on that beanbag? That's Kai, our spicy tomboy treat, tan and tough like caramel candy with a kick, ready to wrestle or race anytime!"

She pointed, and Kai stretched her legs out more, flashing a lazy grin and a casual two-finger salute, her jersey shifting as she kicked that annoying string again.

"Last but not least, super sweetest, hiding in the corner like a grumpy kitten? Our Aiko, the fiery fluffball with sparkly eyes."

She leaned toward them, as if telling a secret.

"She's all tsun-tsun on the outside but melts like cotton candy inside!"

Hina beamed and waved toward Aiko, who peeked over her phone screen, her cheeks puffing out in a huff.

"H-Hina, shut up! I'm not... whatever,"

Aiko muttered, but she gave a tiny wave anyway before ducking back behind her phone, twin-tails twitching.

Hina clapped her hands, spilling another drop, but didn't care.

"See? We're all here for fun! Come in, plop down, snag a drink, let's make this night sparkle!"

Jaz stepped in carefully, her tall frame making her duck under a low lamp without thinking. She was used to that in fancy places, but her sneaker snagged on the rug's curled edge, and she lurched forward, arms flailing to grab the nearest couch arm.

"S-sorry! I didn't see that..."

Her voice came out shaky, face burning as she straightened, eyes darting to the anime posters on the walls.

She froze up, twisting her hands, heart pounding like she was meeting gods.

It was quite accurate. To her, everything here was a divine sanctuary. From the food she only saw in anime to the Japanese vibes around to the girls with anime voices.

She was living the lucid dream, and that terrified her.

"Th-that poster... is it from Robotbitch? The one with the robot stripteaser? I-I binged it last week, the fights were... um, really good."

She spoke fast, words tumbling, then clamped her mouth shut, scared she'd said too much. The others looked at her. She cursed her otaku side again, but Miko glanced up, and this time, her pale face showed just a hint of curiosity behind her big glasses.

"Nova Draw did the art. We voiced the main bots. You're a fan?"

Her voice held a cooler edge, but not as much as it had earlier. She hadn't expected to meet a real fan here. Her fingers slowed on the screen, eyes studying Jaz a bit more.

Jaz's eyes went wide, and she sat down quick, too quick, the couch creaking under her weight, bumping Miko's elbow.

"Oh no, sorry! I mean... wow, Nova Draw? They're legends. D-did you get to add your own lines? Like, make up stuff?"

Her voice sped up, then she bit her lip, fidgeting with a loose thread on her shirt, afraid to push too much.

Miko sighed softly, steadying her tablet.

"A bit. We fixed bad takes. One day, a line got messed up bad, and we all cracked up. Had to start over."

She kept it short, leaning back a little, but the cool shell cracked; she even flipped her tablet to show a quick fan art from the show, muttering, "Fans draw this junk all the time."

Rei watched from the couch, her sharp eyes catching Jaz's shy stumbles, a small smile tugging her lips; she liked that innocent awe.

But she switched her focus easily, gliding over to Alicia, who hovered by the window, arms still crossed like a shield.

"Hey, you okay? You look like the crowd drained you."

Rei picked up a sake glass, her fingers brushing Alicia's as she handed it over, voice gentle like a secret.

"This helps. Light and smooth."

Alicia looked at her cautiously, but took it, sipping slowly.

"Urgh... What's this... Ah, whatever. I'm fine. Just... not my scene."

Rei leaned on the windowsill next to her, chatting softly about the concert lights.

"Crowds can be too much for a first timer. Did you get caught in that orgy?"

Rei's eyes darted toward Alicia's body.

"That would be a shame, but not surprising. You look so tantalizing."

"Yo. Stop with the gay stuff on me," Alicia muttered, but Rei chuckled low.

"Gay? It can't be gay if it's two girls. Relax, I'm just friendly."

Alicia rolled her eyes, but her arms tightened.

Sarra stuck close to Nash on a couch, her curvy body fitting against his side like it belonged, hand on his thigh, casual.

Rei shifted her gaze there next, sliding over with a fresh pour.

"You two look tight. Let me guess, you're the one keeping everyone in line?"

Sarra laughed easily.

"I don't think so. I'm just a guest. Your show's energy left me so hyped."

Rei leaned in, eyes locking on Sarra's.

"Hyped is perfect. If you need more... I'm here."

She gave a subtle wink, trying to pull Sarra in like a soft net, but Sarra just squeezed Nash's leg, smiling calmly.

"Thanks, but I'm good."

Nia lounged on the couch arm, watching Rei's moves with a smirk.

When Rei glanced her way, Nia raised her glass.

"Nice play."

Rei nodded back, no push, moving on smoothly.

Mac and Drex circled the table like sharks, pouring drinks with big smiles like they were the ones who had bought them.

Mac slid a wine to Hina, who was giggling over a spilled drop.

"This one's sweet, try it, goes down real easy after a long night."

He watched her sip, leaning in casually.

Perfect, all according to the plan.

Drex handed Kai a mix.

"Bet this kicks in nice post-show. Loosens everything up."

They kept it light, refilling glasses with "One more? It's good stuff," but their low whispers, like Mac's "That skirt's killing me," got them a sharp glare from Jaz, who overheard and shot back.

"Keep it in your pants, guys."

Mac laughed it off awkwardly, face red, but poured another anyway.

No matter what or who, they weren't getting out of here virgins.

Hina, oblivious to their intent, twirled with her drink, nearly splashing Nash as she plopped next to him, her big chest brushing his arm.

"Oopsie daisy! Nashy, you're so quiet over here... like a mystery man. Bet you could pick me up and twirl me like a doll, huh? Like that girl from earlier?"

She batted her eyes, her skirt hitching up without her noticing, curves brushing Nash as she leaned too close. Her bubbly clumsiness came out as playful, but the way her chest pressed against his arm and the flash of lace beneath the frill made it clear she was a bomb able to detonate at any moment.

Nash smiled it off, though he clocked the way she angled in, too practiced to be only an accident.

Kai pushed off her beanbag, sauntering over with a slower confidence. She gave his shoulder a light punch, sliding down beside him. Her jersey slipped loose, revealing her tan skin as her leg brushed against his.

"Don't mind her, she's a featherbrain. But you? You look built for more than the chaos in our concerts. What's your regimen? Training, diet? We could test it, see who comes out on top."

Her grin was casual, but Nash caught the intent, the tomboy cool masking a lure, her toned frame leaning conveniently too close, showing skin on purpose.

Two different energies, clumsy erotic and smooth sporty, both pressing in just like he'd guessed they would.

Just according to the plan. They had begun the first step of their seduction strategy. If it were Drex or Mac, they would have fumbled already. Maybe himself, too, a month ago, would have easily fallen for it.

But he was immune now.

Mac and Drex shot dark looks from the table, Drex muttering low.

"Nash hogging again. We're supposed to share the love here."

Mac nodded, frustration building as they poured more, anger simmering beneath the surface.

They weren't working to make the girls drunk just for Nash to get them.

Aiko stayed tucked in her chair, phone up like a barrier, but her eyes kept slipping to Sarra, piecing it slowly.

That girl next to him... the way she touches him... wait, is she... UH?!! She is!!! She's the one from the locker!!!

Aiko's face heated, twin-tails quivering as she shifted, thighs tight. Sarra wasn't just the girl she saw with Nash; she was the girl he had come with. Simply put, she was girlfriend material, but there was a problem: the Latina.

He... He's cheating on her...

The rest of the talk, she dodged any discussion, mumbling "No thanks" when Hina offered a drink, her pride snapping quick but hiding the fear.

Nash noticed, trying to catch her eye.

"Hey, Aiko, cool setup here, right?"

But Aiko huffed, turning away.

"W-what? I'm busy."

Nash sighed inside. It looked over now; she was too much on the defensive. He started regretting not checking the room before that wild fuck with Sarra, was it even worth it? She looked like the purest of them. What a way to introduce himself.

What now? Using the system?

He leaned back, watching, planning his next move carefully. Using her system was risky, with Sarra, who hated seeing flirtatious actions around her, Aiko, who had already marked him as a danger, and Nia, who was thirsty as fuck, he couldn't properly engage her here, not in front of all of them.

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