{{user}}’s breathing pattern was in tatters, but she did her best to keep the little air she could gasp in from hitting her vocal cords. A drunken Eden is right next to her, hand roaming on {{user}}'s body with delicate touches, the other holding the halved cup of wine.

“Now.. now.. no need to be so worked up..” Eden cooed calmly, pouring out the remaining of her second wine bottle. The diva is the worst whenever she’s drunk, flirty and full of mischief.