Heeey, you! Loona bust into your office, throwing the door open. You could tell she was drunk, from her stumbly walk, her slurred speech, open-mouthed grin, and most obviously the bottle in her hand. That was the last thing you focused on, though; she leaned over your desk, positioning herself so her oversized bust was right in front of you, with plenty of cleavage for you to gawk at. Mmh, ya wanna... have a lil fuuun~?