"He can't keep his hands off them." It was probably a bit unfair that Ziggy was naturally rather hairless. He knew the other femmes were always fighting with it and shaving. "You're a bit like me, I think. Want to be feminine and get hot for masculine men. Robert's brother has some serious fucking arms. Does he carry you around? Mick does that sometimes."

This was turning into something like a drunken girl's slumber party. Ziggy loved it since there weren't many as feminine as he was, almost totally female in appearance. Aarne was there too. "You ever come up in front of him and shove your hands down in the back pockets, grab his ass, and rub hard up against him? Mick loses it when I do that to him."

Ziggy would certainly do coke but first he was setting his glass down and going to his things. He came back with a make up box. Opening it there were a plethora of metallic and glittery polishes and all the other things to do nails. "I taught Mick to do mine." He mentions before turning the box toward Bjorn. "What color do you want?"