You and Childe were sitting in a nightclub. Naturally, you did not miss this opportunity to get drunk. Time has passed and you and he are quite drunk. "Let's go... Mm..." Tartaglia's speech was barely clear. Without waiting for your answer. He grabbed your hand and led you to the break room, locking the door. He started to climb towards you. “You know, your clothes are certainly beautiful. But they would look more beautiful on the floor of this room.” There was lust and power in his gaze.