Victor wasn't exactly prepared for Alessandra's selfie, but he already had a pleasant expression on his face, so it's not like she caught him yawning or some shit. "You do? Wait, you're on Instagram?"

"Dear, I've been on Instagram and Twitter," Alessandra says matter-of-factly as she finishes up the post and posts it. "Alana helped set me up, said it was a good way to help occupy time, and see even more videos of cute wittle kitties! Plus, it helps make money on the side too. Do you know how much you get paid for sponsored posts? A lot."

"Shit, really? Give me a second." Victor pulls out his phone, logs into Instagram and follows Alessandra, before looking at her newest post. "Holy shit, it's been a minute and your post is already blowing up." He then scrolls through the comments on that photo. "Wow that's a lot of thirst." 

Alessandra snorts. "Thirst? You should see my bikini photos." She then pauses, and backtracks. "Actually, don't. Don't do that."

Sorrin kept himself from pulling out his phone and simply took a glance at Victor's screen. After a moment, he laughed out, "I worry what would happen if you ever invited these people to your home, I'd have my chasity at risk~" Sorrin made a play at acting flamboyantly distraught, but could only hold it for a few seconds before laughing, "Still, surprised there aren't more men following you considering how godly you and Misha are."

"I'm honestly surprised that I didn't find out you were on there until now."

"It's been a year since I've had them, give or take," Alessandra shrugs, momentarily scrolling through her feed. "My following is a mixture of all types of people of a wide variety of races and genders, it's hard to follow with them all. Though, trust me when I say when I post a picture of myself and or the girls, the men come in droves. But when I post an image of my boys..." She looks at the post she made just three minutes ago and shows the screen to her boys.

There was already a plethora of comments, ones ranging from simple sweatdrop and drooling emojis to other comments stating how hot they were and how they would do anything to spend a night with them. Some did delve deeper into description, such as wanting to lick whipcream off Victor's chest and not minding if Sorrin stepped on them, etc. "It's like they're in the Sahara Desert and you two are their little droplets of water."

Victor's eyes grow big when he sees some of the more descriptive comments on the photo. "I feel like we should make one of those videos that celebrities do where they read thirst tweets. This is amazing." 

"What is it with the women I sleep with that most of them want me to dominate them?....not that I mind, but is it something about me?" Sorrin looks genuinely curious about that, but then shakes it off, "Still, from only a year, this is impressive Alessandra, congratulations."

Victor also takes a moment to congratulate Alessandra. "I'm not going to say that I knew you would become a star, because I didn't, but I'm still proud of you." Then he addresses Sorrin. "Obviously, I can't speak for the ladies, but if I had to venture a guess, it might be the fact that you're tall and handsome and you just give off the vibe of being one of those types who naturally takes charge in the bedroom."  

"Why thank you, my lovelies~" Alessandra says as she puts her phone on her lap, chuckling lightly at Victor's words. "He is very much correct. It's your vibe. You're calm, cool, and collected, mysterious - which is what drew them to you in the first place - gentlemanly... but behind closed doors, you really aren't someone who shys away from taking control and making someone feel good." She crosses her legs and slips her phone into her purse. "It's quite the turn on."

Sorrin, for one of the rare times you've seem him that way, looks flustered and simply coughs into his hand, "Yes...well......there...…" Deep sigh. ".....you know what, sure. Fine." 

Alessandra cocks a brow at his reaction, a smirk curling at the corner of her lip. "What's wrong, dear? Are we wrong?"

Victor gestures towards Alessandra. "There it is, if you don't believe me. I'm surprised that you didn't notice that about yourself." He chuckles at Sorrin's obliviousness at his own personality, as well as how flustered he is. "But really though, people can learn a lot about a person through looking at a photo." He points at the photo,drawing  Sorrin's attention to the way Victor looks in the shot. "I on the other hand, am not at all mysterious and more often than not I go with the flow and give the ladies what they want, which is why this commenter right here felt like she could express how she wants to spray whipped cream on my chest and lick it off. Although, the fact that I'm basically shirtless also helps with that." He chuckles before focusing on Sorrin again. "We're sort of a yin-yang when it comes to the ladies."

Victor leans over to Alessandra and whispers in her ear. "Can you make this driver forget this conversation when we get off? I'd rather him not tell everyone he knows about how thirsty girls want to lick whipped cream off of me."

Alessandra chuckles lightly at Victor request, waving a hand dismissively. “No worries, my dear, I have it covered.”

"Thanks hun."

Victor looks at Sorrin, who he presumes has gone silent from embarrassment. "How much further are we from Lux?"

Sorrin shrugs, clearing his throat, "Ask the driver. I'm not familiar with this area."

Just as he says that, the car comes to a stop in front of a active looking bar with a long line at the entrance.

"Oh, nevermind, looks like we're here~"

Victor pays the driver for his services before stepping out of the car and letting Alessandra wipe the driver's memory. "That's a pretty long line. Sorrin, is your soldier buddy pals with the owner of this club or does one of us need to work out magic to get us in?"