Cleaned up and wet with Eivind's saliva, Blue nodded coyly as Sig attracted his attention. "I think we might be able to focus now," he laughed, stuffing his flaccid cock back into his briefs but not bothering to redress himself just yet. Blue enjoyed showing off his body for his mate, and the privacy the VIP room afforded them left him comfortable and easy around Sig and the strippers. "Okay, okay, let's play," he agreed, peeling himself from Eivind's grasp like a strip of snatched Velcro.<br/><br/>He poured himself and his mate each a glass of whiskey, licking his lips as he pondered. They all were attractive and appealing, with handsome bodies and flexible hips. Eivind would never enjoy any of them as much as he enjoyed his fiance, but perhaps now that the wolf's seed was sitting in Blue's stomach he would be calm, willing to try something new. Diesel had been touching while Blue sucked Eivind off, helping to relax the tense man's wiry muscles. Ranger and Valentino were lovely, and though Blue understood the logic of picking out a dancer who bared a striking resemblance to him, Blue wondered if maybe Eivind would be too distracted by the Blue-but-not-Blue of Valentino's features. Best to go with the one who looked the least like him.<br/><br/>Blue delivered the glass of alcohol to Eivind before returning to Sig and taking the wad of cash into his hand. "Diesel, would you mind?" Blue asked sweetly, gently tying a silky blindfold around the dancer's head. Blue admired the deep rich brown of his skin, a striking contrast to his own creamy complexion. "I'll let you know when we're all ready."<br/><br/>Sauntering over to the reclined wolf, Blue could still note the stiffness in his limbs. "You're going to be a good wolf for me, aren't you, Vin?" he asked, voice soft and dulcet as he began hiding crisp bills about Eivind's person. A few in his front pockets, a few more in the back. One hidden beneath the front of his lover's shirt, just atop the chest. Another behind his neck, pressed between the couch and Eivind's toasty skin. He more all around Eivind, some in fairly innocuous places, some in highly erotic zones intended to leave Eivind titillated.<br/><br/>"Relax," he instructed when he had hidden as much money as he felt necessary. "Be a good boy and maybe I'll give you more than just my lips later tonight." He leaned down, kissing Eivind deeply before turning to take hold of Diesel's hand and lead him forward, just at the end of Eivind's bent knees. He removed the blindfold and grinned, waving toward his mate.<br/><br/>"He's all yours. Do your best."