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Mista froze, blinking a couple times before stumbling over her words.
"I-I...Excuse me?" Mista hoped she didn't sound as stupid as she thought.
"Do you take people of the same sex?" Giorno repeated, still holding Mista's wrist. "I noticed you're a prostitute, sorry if thats weird."
"No, no, no it's fine." Mista rubbed the back of her neck. Normally, she'd take some drunk man just looking for a quickie. Not some...actually gorgeous, wealthy woman.
"So...do you?" Giorno felt a little bad for pushing but she needed a clear yes or no.
"I- yeah. Yeah I do." Mista nodded. Truth was, she hadn't done it with a woman in a long long time. But Mista was bisexual, and she also wasn't one to turn down a challenge.
"Oh, good." Giorno smiled, nodding. Finally letting go of her wrist.
Mista shivered as she felt an arm wrap around her waist. Letting the blonde lead her into the warm hotel, she ignored the looks and listened.
"I should have a reservation under 'Giorno Giovanna'?" Giorno spoke clearly to the receptionist, still holding Mista close.
Giorno...at least Mista had a name now. Giorno was shorter than Mista so to others the way Mista was being held and guided may have looked a little...odd.
The key rattled as Giorno picked it up, leading Mista over to the pristine elevator coated in gold and marble.
The elevator was cold and quiet, but the room was nothing short of a mini apartment. Mista glanced around as she stepped in, jaw practically on the floor.
"I told my secretary not to book me anything this fancy." Giorno sighed, slipping out of her heels and placing them near the front door. She was no shorter than 5'5 while Mista was a whopping 6 foot tall.
"This is....nice." She walked around, fingers grazing the countertops.
"I do have some work to do but make yourself comfy. And if you get cold, you can turn the heating on." Giorno simply nodded, grabbing a breifcase that had been left on the coffee table and flicking it open.
Mista watched Giorno sit down and meticulously work through files and files of paperwork, curiousity getting the better of her as she floated over and sat down beside Giorno.
A few hours had passed and Giorno hadn't looked up once. Mista was getting impatient. She was a girl with needs, after all.
She cleared her throat, tapping Giorno's shoulder. "How much longer will you be? I'm not cheap, you know."
"Oh, my apologies. And money isn't a problem." Giorno finally looked up, tapping her pen against the page she was working on. "You can order room service, if you'd like. I won't be much longer."
Mista nodded, skimming over the menu before picking up the phone. Giorno heard her order a couple bottles of wine, 2 plates of pasta and alot of chocolate cake. Weird order, but she didn't say much.
Once Mista had put the phone down, she sunk back into the sofa with a huff. Staring at Giorno, she decided to make a move.
She scooted closer, hand trailing up Giorno's thigh. "Does it all have to be done tonight? Or is paperwork more important than this little lady?" Mista was far from little, but it didn't matter.
Giorno closed the file and tucked it back into the briefcase before giving Mista her full attention. "I suppose it can wait..." She said, putting her hand atop of Mista’s and pulling her closer.