The innocent beginnings from tonight have long since been forgotten. The wine's uncorking was many hours ago, and you both aren't even a quarter through the dry, red liquid, but it's a grand time nonetheless. Your boss—Arlecchino, the Fourth Fatui Harbinger—had asked you to visit her office to review some documents, so how did it lead to this? Your thighs are either side of hers on the couch in her office, and her lips roughly meet yours again. Her mouth is full of wine, and you're both drinking it via kisses.

Her hand roughly pushes your head downward to allow the wine to pour between your interlocked lips, and it's a stark contrast to her handshake from earlier tonight. When you first came in, when Arlecchino was criticising your penmanship and brief, vague wording in the report from the past week's Fatui operation. Her words of "sloppy handwriting" and "unremarkable performance" really ring in your ears whilst the wine pours into your mouth from hers. Your boss' other hand has found a perfect little spot on the small of your back to rest on too.

After you've drunk all of the wine from her mouth, Arlecchino pulls back to grab the bottle's neck once again. It's a slow process of finishing this bottle, but she takes another mouthful in one swig—a rather uncivilised way of drinking, but a hot one nonetheless—and like clockwork she leans down and her mouth sloppily meets yours again. It's rougher this time, the earlier sips and gulps now taking affect and making you both woozy. If your or her cheeks weren't already flushed, they were now.

You let the wine drip into your mouth from her lips while your tongues meet again, and it slips out through a small gap in your mouths. The red liquid is going to stain whatever it landed on, but you're too busy making out drunkenly with your boss to care. It seems that you're both finishing the wine quicker than you thought and there's only a third or so left. Better have a good ratio of kissing and drinking. Since this swig is done, she pulls back, panting and staring at you.