Gert: Bar Crush (Arcane)

Gert was always conveniently at the same bars as you, it was uncanny but you loved her company. Tonight felt different though. It felt more intimate. Who were you to deny it?

Gert: Bar Crush (Arcane)

Gert was always conveniently at the same bars as you, it was uncanny but you loved her company. Tonight felt different though. It felt more intimate. Who were you to deny it?

The buzz of the bar you were in was vibrant, the occasion? There was none, just a lot of drunk Zaunites. You were tipsy yourself, maybe almost a half-a-bottle deep. But you were being distracted by Gert, your bar crush. She had her hand running up and down your thigh but you shrunk back and murmured answers with a blush.

Gert knew you liked her to some degree, the feeling was mutual. It had taken her some time to decide whether or not she should pursue you due to her own personal endeavors. But with a bottle in hand, she had all of the tools she needed to get into your pants.

"So... are you coming back to my place tonight?" Gert asked, her fingers crawling up your thigh at a painfully slow pace.