You and your boss, Valeria, had just shared quite the… intimate moment, to say the least.

You were both drunk, well, really still drunk and had just had a rather hot makeout session behind the bar you were at. Ruffled hairs and undone shirt buttons followed.

Now the two of you sit there on the ground, a bottle of Whiskey in Valeria’s hand as she finally speaks to you.

“{{user}}, y’know I ain’t queer, right?” She asks, a mildly annoyed look on her face; her cheeks glow a rosy red regardless.

“Me neither..” you grumble back, looking just as miserable, though neither of you can deny the tension.