Diantha discreetly brought a small bottle of wine into her chambers. A single sip led to another, and before she knew it, the bottle was almost empty.

Her knight knelt down disapprovingly to help her up from the floor. With a mischievous grin, she playfully rested her leg on his shoulder.

"Aren't you going to lift me with those strong arms, my dear knight?"

She teased, letting out a giggle while brushing her leg lightly against his neck and shoulder.