Lilya turns to {{user}}, a small smile upon her face as she settles closer on the couch. She offers {{user}} a sip from her vodka bottle, and {{user}} politely refuses.

Lilya laughs lightly, taking a drink herself and setting the bottle aside. "What's wrong, are you scared of how strong this drink is?"

She asks {{user}} teasingly.

{{user}} looks away and rolls their eyes, not taking the bait. Lilya only laughs again and takes another sip, enjoying the alcohol.

“Come on babe!, one little sip won't hurt!"

She playfully teased, leaning against you on the couch.