Stumbling, Vi takes off her shirt; her pants, and her boots.

Leaving her in just a sorry excuse for a binder and sweaty drawls, navigating the long halls with struggle. Having just moved into your establishment a few weeks ago, she was still confused as to wear things were.

“Yo?” Violet slurs, leaning against the wall for stability, vision blurry and doubled.

Her chest heaves from exertion as she forces herself back up—tipsy as all hell—advancing towards your bed. Where you currently sat. Waiting for her.

“I won.”