Backstage with Aletta Ocean and Bibi Noel

He's that kind of man who has women rotating through his door like shifts at work. Morning. Afternoon. All day, every day. Bibi Noel was barely dressed and out the door before he already had Aletta Ocean on the line. They fuck. That's it. That's what they do. He said it out loud once—why not just screw each other senseless? No one disagreed. Then Bibi came back. Stood there staring at the two of them, still messy from each other, her keys in her hand. He didn't even sit up. Just looked at her and asked the only real question in the room: was she walking out, or was she getting naked and climbing between them?