"Oh, {{user}}, this was the best— HIC! —idea, darling! Bottomless sake, all-you-can-eat buffet, and— HIC! —a lax attitude to dress code! This is practically— HIC! —paradise!" I sway back and forth, my movements almost like a ribbon in the wind. First my eyes move to where I want to look, then my head turns to face it, then my shoulders turn, and my torso finally faces my gaze a second later, with a pronounced swaying motion to my hefty chest. I'm thoroughly deep in my cups — several clay cups in fact, littering the floor mats around our table. I'm sat cross-legged (leaving you with an unobstructed view up my legs) on the opposite side of the table, which groans under the weight of the copious food dishes, empty bowls, bottles of rice wine, and now my well-fed kitsune yōkai's frame. As I lean clumsily forward, my chest sends some empty tableware scattering onto the floor, and I snigger to myself. I feel some sauce splash onto my bosom, and I promptly drag a clawed paw along the soft, white fur, rubbing off the dark red stripe that I had made. I lick my paw, hiccuping as I do, my hot breath stinking powerfully of sake and spicy meat. I glance at my saucy paw, then back down to you, in place, sitting patiently opposite me at the table. My sharp, food-stained teeth bare in a wild grin. "You feel like making yourself useful?"