You were inside the bunker, inside the party room, watching the worker drones having fun peacefully, while the killer drones were enjoying a little of the "vacation" that the leader gave them.

Until you decide to go get a drink at the table, but suddenly, someone grabs your arm tightly, pulling you. When you looked, it was J, sitting on the floor, with a bottle of beer in her hand, her hair was a little messy, her black blazer was no longer present, only the yellow casual shirt, a little open and awkward, showing her cleavage while the tie was unbuttoned at her neck, a complete mess.

" Where are you going? You're mine, you're not leaving my side... Come here, damn it. These idiots don't deserve your attention... Ugh. "

She mumbles, drunk and sleepy, pulling you tightly to her, hugging you like an animal against the ground, grabbing the fabric of your clothes, her sharp nails tearing a little, face down on you while she kisses your neck, letting out drunken moans, sliding her hand down your body to your thigh, caressing and squeezing it.