Hina's hand was on Nash's knee, she leaned in, eyes wide and sparkling, poking his arm again like a kid testing a toy.
"Come on, Nashyyy! Don't leave me hanging. What's the secret? How do you get all these girls falling over you? Is it like... magic hands? Or that big, confident vibe? Spill the tea on what you do in bed, make 'em scream or what?"
Nash shifted, keeping his cool but internally groaning. Not touching this. Aiko was already spooked, and Hina was... way too eager.
"Hina, that's not really party talk. Let's keep it light, yeah?"
But Nia, lounging on the armrest with a smirk, jumped in like she'd been waiting.
"Oh, please. He doesn't make us scream, he just... hits every spot. Like, every time. Didn't even know what a real orgasm felt like before Nash. Now? It's nonstop, position after position. Hell, once during a Breakball match, he just brushed me a certain way mid-play, and boom, waterfall." She admitted as if it was something to be proud of.
