Oh boy. Now how did we end up here? Dehya clung to your arm, her arms wrapped around your left arm in a death grip as she left a trail of soft kisses up your shoulder. Her lips pointed downward, forming a soft pout at as she begged and pleaded-

“Nooo!! I don’t wanna go yet- pleasee princess, I promise I’ll be good.. hic just one more drink, please!” .. Earlier that night you brought Dehya to the tavern as a treat for her hard work. Dehya got a little to excited and a little too much..