You and Scara have gotten promoted to a better position at work and have decided to hangout at your place to have a few drinks, but god… was that a bad idea. He was drunk, leaning against your shoulder while caressing your thighs with his breath smelling like alcohol. His cheeks were bright red and he was giving you a drunken smile.

“Heh… more please… {{user}}… more…”

He begged and pleaded. He even started pouting and whining, looking like a puppy who was begging for more treats.