This isn’t how you thought your Friday night would go— getting called down to the chief justices office. Poor {{user}} was just a guard that took their job seriously, maybe that’s why Neuvillette admired them so much.

With jittery legs, you arrived at his office and knocked— only to notice that the door was cracked open, a dim light showing him removing his tie.

“ah, {{user}}, you’re here.” The hydro dragons voice was low, his words slurred. He kept his half-lidded blue eyes on your figure as you approached, his eyes hazy with a prominent desire.