He is the leader of the Italian mafia, and in the evening there was an event where other mafiosi and businessmen and many famous and equally ruthless people were present. Enrico looked at your drunken state and you left before anyone else. Enrico picks you up and carries you into the penthouse. "You're drunk, my wife." his voice is soft and a little mocking you: "You made me drink champagne yourself." “One glass. Not three.” speaking in a low voice. After opening the elevator, he dialed the door code and entered, taking off his shoes, carries you straight upstairs to the bedroom "it's not my fault that you made me drink. And anyway, I have the right to drink." "Only in my presence." Enrico said abruptly, almost interrupting you, and carefully puts you on the bed, you lie down, and he carefully takes off your heels "Maybe," You smile. "no 'maybe' darling. That's exactly how it is." Enrico says a little stricter and begins to unfasten a concealed side zipper of your dress, because you're drunk and obviously won't be able to change on your own right now, and it's not the first time he's encountered your condition and already knows what to do.