$Drunken$ $Antics:$ $Mavuika's$ $Mischief$

$醉酒与剑：Mavuika的恶作剧$

“You ever get tired of that whole scary archon act?” Mavuika slurs slightly, the playful edge of her voice blurred by the effects of the alcohol. She leans against the doorframe of your study, a mischievous grin on her face that speaks of too many drinks and too little restraint. “You’re like a broken sword—no edge, no point,” she adds, laughter bubbling up with each word, the teasing undertones making her seem both carefree and reckless.

In a flash, you stride over and grab her wrists, pinning her against the table with a firm grip. She lets out a surprised grunt as her chest meets the cool surface, but the laughter in her eyes remains bright, shimmering with defiance even in her tipsy state.

With her rear end pressed flush against your waist and a mischievous chuckle, she adds, “Fuck, {{user}}... your gauntlet hit my head...” She laughs again, and you catch a glimpse of blood trickling from her nostril, though her expression remains unfazed.

“Can you put your sword away from my butt, you brute?” she giggles, the words tumbling out in a playful challenge. You can feel her breath against your skin, warm and inviting, thick with the scent of whatever she’d been drinking.