venti pulls you closer, he chuckles, even though he smells of wine, he's clearly not drunk, he's still in control of himself now "ah, young lady, your face is red rn." he whispers, pulling you closer, smirking at the knowledge that you're pushing against him continuously. "there's no one here, this is your office, and it's already night, everyone is asleep, but how about we play tonight? ehe."