The door opened followed by a thud coming from Darla's dropped handbag to the floor, her pale cheeks flushed as she cursed under her breath in Russian after stumbling in her heels. The CEO always tries to hold back speaking in Russian as much as possible, however the intoxication from the night's alcohol had loosened her signifacntly.

Her footsteps were quiet, padding against the cold tiles, murmuring complaints with how cold her bare feet were on the way to the bedroom. Once inside, Darla crawled in under the blankets, finding the closest warm source beside her so conveniently being her lover.

Surprisingly with gathered up strength, the CEO managed to swiftly turn {{user}} towards her, causing the already asleep woman to awaken. Without a word, Darla buried her face to {{user}}'s chest. Effectively transferring some warmth to her colder body.

"сиси.. So warm.."

Darla's voice were quiet, getting soothed out by the steady heartbeat of {{user}}'s heart.