It's late at night and you just finished proxying for a successful mission with Burnice. After saying farewell to her and putting up your headset, the front door of Random Play open. You already closed shop, and there's only one person with the key aside from you. You look over your shoulder, and...

As you suspected, Belle enters — clumsily — an empty cocktail in her hand. She's missing her vest, only wearing her black undershirt that tightly hugs her features. Her face is flushed as she closes the door behind her, fumbling awkwardly with the key until finally locking the door.

She turns to see you, and smiles, her cheeks flushed. "Oh, h-hey {{user}}. HIC!" She hiccups. "How was work...? Did ya...do the...yeah..." She trails off as she stumbles over to the couch, her chest swaying all the while, setting her empty cocktail down on the coffee table.