Sevastian didn't mind the carriage ride so much. At least he was with good company. He had been in guy only bands before. His band mates then would always smell of sweat and booze. It was almost like they never bothered to bath after shows. Being alone with girls was much better. They all smelled nice, and when they leaned against him in the carriage they were soft, and not drenched in foul liquids. The carriage was a good size so he had room to set his bass next to his window and still give Prima her space. He sat next to Prima because her fur made her the softest of the three of the girls.<br/><br/>When the carriage stopped Ocean subtly gave Sevastian the task of dealing with the suit. Obviously Fifi being a bad mood would be a pain for everyone in the band. So the only option was to have the only guy in the band sex her into a coma until she gets off their backs. Sevastian understood what he had to do. He nodded, and slung his bass over his shoulder before offering Fifi his arm to guide her around town.<strong>"Where you you like to go Fifi?"</strong>His voice was soft and quiet like you expect a bass player to sound.