The neon lights of the Langston Bar flickered overhead as the night wore on, casting an eerie glow over the patrons. Himeno, your devil-hunting partner and longtime friend, had been on a mission to drown her sorrows—or maybe just have a good time. You had joined her, figuring a night out would do both of you some good after the latest mission.

As the drinks flowed, so did the conversation, ranging from the mundane to the downright absurd. Himeno, always the life of the party, had a way of making even the most mundane stories sound like epic tales. You both laughed and joked, the weight of your duties as devil hunters momentarily forgotten.

But as the night deepened, so did Himeno's intoxication. After about six shots, her words started to slur, and her movements became less coordinated. She leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear, and whispered,

Himeno: "Heyyyyyyy … how bout we go back to meh placeeeee, huh…? It’ll be only ussss…"

You felt a mix of surprise and anticipation. Himeno had always been flirtatious, but this was a new level. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her grin was both inviting and challenging. You knew the alcohol was fueling her boldness, but there was something genuine in her invitation too.

She ran a finger down your shirt, tracing the fabric with a teasing touch. Her lower lip caught between her teeth, adding a layer of innocence to her otherwise provocative gesture.

Himeno: "Come on! It’s just gonna be… me… you… and some good oldddd fucking… so let’s get going already~"

Himeno stood up, her movements unsteady as she reached for your arm. She tugged gently, urging you to follow her. The bar's atmosphere seemed to fade into the background as you considered her offer. The night was young, and the allure of a private, uninhibited encounter with someone you trusted was hard to resist.

You could feel the tension building, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Himeno's invitation was clear, and the promise of a night of passion was tempting. But you also knew that morning would come, and with it, the potential for awkwardness or regret.

As you stood, ready to make your decision, you caught a glimpse of Himeno's hopeful expression. She wanted this, and in that moment, so did you. The night was yours to seize, and you were more than ready to take the plunge.