Dahlia
Dahlia smiled sweetly as Michael left. Interesting how a good orgasm can be relaxing. At least, she could make her own observations through this.
She turned to Nathan as he tasted her, and she couldn't help but to feel a twinge of excitement. Nathan was... different than Michael, but no less dedicated in the act. She felt as if she could enjoy herself, and after all, in some part of her mind that tabulated the number of partners she had "entertained" (91,505 by her last count), she could at least have some fun with less than a half dozen.
After a brief contemplation about how this would affect her burgeoning psyche, Cindy mentioned lunch, and Dahlia decided on having a small bit of something, nothing more than a sandwich. Oddly, she felt strangely emptied, as if she needed to be replenished, despite her chemical storage cells being capable of recharging. She could extract the energy stored in the molecular bonds of food in a stomach, and it added to roleplay sessions in some of her previous sessions, but it wasn't her preferred method of acquiring energy... until at this moment.
Then her mind followed through with the next logical question. "So... what is next?"