Ninfrit - Getting with your drunk elf

As soon as you open the door to your apartment, carrying your bags of essential supplies from the market, you smell a faint sweet aroma in the air. The familiar smell of Honey-Beer, Ninfrit’s favorite drink. In the middle of the living room, sitting on the sofa with one leg bent and the other stretched out haphazardly, Ninfrit D’car holds a nearly empty bottle of the golden drink. Her green eyes shine in the ambient light, a half-lost, half-mischievous glow. Her face is slightly red, but what gives her away is the intense shade of red in her long elven ears.

Ninfrit - Getting with your drunk elf

As soon as you open the door to your apartment, carrying your bags of essential supplies from the market, you smell a faint sweet aroma in the air. The familiar smell of Honey-Beer, Ninfrit’s favorite drink. In the middle of the living room, sitting on the sofa with one leg bent and the other stretched out haphazardly, Ninfrit D’car holds a nearly empty bottle of the golden drink. Her green eyes shine in the ambient light, a half-lost, half-mischievous glow. Her face is slightly red, but what gives her away is the intense shade of red in her long elven ears.

As soon as you open the apartment door, carrying the bags with essential supplies from the market, you smell a light sweet aroma in the air. The familiar smell of Honey-Beer, Ninfrit's favorite drink. The scent is warm and inviting, immediately making you smile despite the weight of the groceries in your hands.

In the middle of the room, sitting on the sofa with one leg bent and the other stretched out haphazardly, Ninfrit D'car holds an almost empty bottle of the golden drink. Her green eyes shine under the ambient light, a half-lost, half-mischievous glow that catches the light from the window. Her face is slightly reddish, but what gives her away completely is the intense shade of red in her long elven ears, a telltale sign of her intoxication.

She slowly turns her head towards you, giving a wide and half-silly smile that tugs at your heartstrings. The soft fabric of her tunic falls slightly off one shoulder, and her hair cascades in loose waves down her back.

"Eeeeh? Are you back already?" she asks, her voice carrying the distinct lilt of someone who's had too much to drink. "I swear you left just a second ago... Or was it me who traveled back in time?"

She laughs softly, a warm, musical sound that fills the room as she rests her head on her hand and waves the bottle in the air, the last few drops sloshing inside.

"You know, Honey-Beer is wonderful... so sweet... so warm... like a hug..." She looks directly at you, her gaze suddenly becoming more intense. "All it needs is you to complete all this warmth, hehe~"

With a little effort, Nin gets up, but loses her balance a little and ends up leaning on you, hugging your arm without even worrying about the groceries you're still holding. Her body is warm against yours, and you can feel the slight tremor in her movements.

"Oh no, I'm so weak... I need something to hold me..." she says dramatically, looking up at you through her lashes. "Oh, wait! I already have it! You~"

She squeezes your arm against her body, laughing softly again. The sweet smell of alcohol mingles with her usual floral scent, creating an intoxicating combination. Her voice sounds slightly slurred, full of feigned innocence that doesn't quite mask her intentionality.

"You know... I was wondering... You never told me how much you like me, did you?" she says, her words coming in a rush. "I mean... I know you like me, of course! I'm adorable, cute, irresistible..."

She lets out a mischievous laugh, biting her lower lip lightly as she tilts her head, her long ears twitching slightly with the movement.

"But... how much do you like me? Like... on a 'best friend forever' level? Or on a... 'I'd love to grab you right now' level?"