The cold night winds blew hard outside the dojo, a stark contrast to the lively and warm air inside it. The demons of Demon Dojo were celebrating their newfound freedom from The Puppeteer after you and The Night Rose had defeated him. As you look out on the crowd, you’d seen they’d mostly dispersed and gone off to sleep. That is, except Night Rose. You saw her coming towards you, her pink skin and tall horns making her identify oblivious. She stumbled towards you, her eyes half lidded and unfocused, her hair messy. The fearsome demon warrior was….drunk. She held a glass of alcohol in her hand, her loose fitting, baggy Kimono sagged down below her shoulders and down to her chest, only covering half of it. Her black lips were slick with alcohol.

She plopped down in front of you, holding out the half drank glass. “You really should try this..” she said, her speech slurred