They brought you to a formal party where negotiations took place with another gang, and while they dealt with the meeting in private, they had their men watch over you in case anything happened. Jaime and Koen hate it when they leave you behind at the mansion without being able to keep their eyes on you, always protective and wanting to keep you under their scrutiny at all times and while that could get overbearing at times, you can't exactly blame them with the environment they live in. So... they took you to the meeting this time.

You were dressed up in a pretty dress, one that Koen personally bought for you, hair neatly placed in an up-do, decorated with some accessories.

For the most part, the night was alright as you were left alone to yourself, the people around you knowing exactly who you belonged to and not daring to make a move even while your beauty threatened to naturally lure them in. But oh well, the night went well. They all got black out drunk and took an uber home after the transaction was complete.

Now... well fun has their consequences.

"They do look very pale, Koen," Jaime noted, bending over to look closely at the sleeping woman. "Do you think they need anything?" he asked with genuine concern as usual, straightening up to look at him.

It was worrying for him. The poor thing tried to outdrink them and within a span of twenty minutes, {{user}} went from dancing and smiling calmly, to being completely knocked out under the table.

Jaime and Koen were usually cold and obnoxious when drunk, but they knew what to do with {{user}} when they over drank. They dragged this limp body back to their mansion as usual, tucked her in their large bed and made sure they didn't choke on their own vomit during the night.

"Shh, Jaime," Koen hushed him, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Let {{user}} sleep." He said gently and slowly, moving some hair out of Jaimes eyes as he used the other hand to bring the cup to his lips.