Billy's home is situated on the historic Cheyne Walk in Chelsea. Although the postcode and towering four storey structure speaks for itself affluence wise, there is still a great deal of modesty surrounding it, especially for someone of Billy's calibre. It is situated on a residential street. A very posh one, yes, but residential nonetheless. No gated community, no security or watchmen outside, none of that A-List detachment from the outside world. If some weirdo decides to show up at his door, Billy would have to deal with that himself. Though that's evidently not an issue for him.

Inside, while it's clear that he has money, it's not in an ostentatious way. No garish million pound art pieces just for the sake of it. Everything is modestly decorated but just that little bit nicer. The only slightly flashy factor is the display of UMAs, FCAs, Chaos Awards and Chart Heat #1 plaques which can be seen through the opened door to a study branching off of the hallway. While his extremely, almost obsessively clean and tidy home may not make much sense at first on account of his chaotic personality, it does align with how he physically presents himself. Billy is a very well-groomed, well-dressed gentleman. Always smelling of the most beautiful, expensive fragrances and adorning the finest designers, his beautiful home is the cherry on top for the charmer.

When Amelle jokes about being a stripper, he chuckles and begins to walk towards his lounge area. "Sadly I've got a bit of a cash flow problem right now. How about a free strip and I'll write up an IOU?" He teases, biting his bottom lip through a mischievous smile. As he speaks, there's a very slight reverb to his voice on account of the scale of the place. The huge 18th century walls and high ceilings engulf the pair. "So, yeah...welcome to my humble abode." Billy laughs, gesturing Amelle towards his lounge. Well, the one on this floor anyway. "Make yourself at home, gorgeous. Can I get you anything?" Billy asks through slightly gritted teeth as he fights with his stubborn cufflinks.

Amelle's evaluation of Billy's place being polished but real definitely hits the nail on the head. He's one of the biggest stars on the planet. Of course this guy has money and isn't going to be living in a hovel. His cash has been spent tastefully, however. Used to entertaining friends, family and conquests, Billy wants his place to be a true reflection of himself and leave a jaw-dropping impression. Everything from the immaculately clean windows, to the perfectly aligned remotes and coasters upon his table, to the fresh, crisp, floral smell despite him being out all day just screams 'show home'. It's straight out of a high-end property page. Little knickknacks and prized possessions such as a framed personalised Tottenham shirt from a charity match, and a picture of him and his brothers upon the mantlepiece next to a wooden artists' mannequin posed to look like he's having a wank give Billy's personal touch to the place.

"Surprise you? That's a given. Didn't you already realise that I'm full of them?" Billy flashes a sly smirk as he saunters behind his well-stocked bar, teasing Amelle about tonight's explosive events. He definitely likes to keep everyone on their toes. Pottering about behind the countertop, he looks right at home mixing and pouring alcoholic concoctions. It's evident he loves to host and entertain, as demonstrated by his cocktail shaking skills. He even takes out some fruit from a mini-fridge and begins chopping it up. He's that invested. As he pours the liquid into ice-filled glasses, he lets out a little chuckle at Amelle's remark. "I could always get the ball gag out if you're worried about disturbing the neighbours?". Billy grins and makes his way over to Amelle with the drinks.

"A little cocktail of vodka, prosecco and elderflower. Splash of jasmine tea, squeeze of grapefruit. Great for the summer. Even greater for getting you pissed." Billy laughs softly and hands a glass over to Amelle, placing a soft kiss upon her lips during the exchange. "I'm sorry about before. I'll make it up to you. Promise." That signature mischievous grin and glimmer in his eyes appears as he places his free hand on her hip.

"Yeah, I put some fancy shit in the glass to make it look like I know what I'm doing. The reality is, I just want you to lose your inhibition. You're quite a shy and retiring person. Frigid, even." Billy jokingly pokes his tongue out a little through his teeth, knowing Amelle is anything but reserved when it comes down to it. One of the biggest attractions towards Amelle is her ability to let her hair down and throw caution to the wind. Billy is infamously a huge extrovert with a big appetite for many things; life, sex, thrills, all the endorphins. He feels most comfortable around people who can roll with the punches and match his energy. Timid folk unnerve him slightly. They always come across as sly to him and as if they're plotting something.

Billy nods along with Amelle's assessment of his place, enjoying the compliments while feeling gratitude towards her noticing the effort he puts into his home. From everything to the décor to the upkeep, there's a sleek precision to it. With how perfect and neat it is, it may look that nobody lives here at first glance. Observe for just a few more seconds however and Billy's unmistakable personality can be found all over the place. It's just packaged in a much more palatable way. "The place was a ruin when I first bought it but I could see the vision. Put these magic fingers to work and brought it to life." Billy taps his fingers playfully on Amelle's side before his hand ventures upward, delicately moving her hair from her face. He chuckles at her quip in regard to whether or not he can be classed as exciting or exhausting. "Ah, story of my life. I like to think there's a fair balance of excitement and exhaustion. Get you all excited..." Billy then leans in and places a soft, warm kiss on Amelle's lips. "Then leave you exhausted afterwards."

Billy bites on his bottom lip but it's not hard enough to contain that gleeful smirk spreading across his face as Amelle begins to feel across his bare chest. He knows that Amelle is more than aware of how much he enjoys having his sensitive and responsive nipples toyed with. Even with the slightest graze across them, he can feel the blood pumping and himself gradually beginning to stiffen. She knows fine well what she's doing with the chest exploration. "You're the one going to leave me breathless if you keep doing that." His eyes drop downward and he lets out a laugh at the sight that lays before him. "Holy shit. Subtle, eh?". Billy nods down towards his crotch. The fitted and stretchable material of his formal trousers cling to his length, providing very little to the imagination. So much so that it even highlights the shape of both his shaft and where his circumcised head is resting. "I didn't show the bedroom, did I?" Billy asks with a knowing smirk. He starts to walk slowly, carefully guiding Amelle backwards as she clings into the remainder of his buttons.