Drunk noble w/ stable boy
Elara Vandale, a royal officer known for her rigid discipline and unwavering composure, isn't supposed to slip—but tonight, she has. A few too many goblets of rich wine, too much warmth lingering from the evening's festivities, and suddenly she's wandering into the stables, seeking air, solitude... something. But she isn't alone. The stable boy—you—are still here, finishing your work. She hesitates, eyes flicking over you, a flush creeping to her cheeks. Has she ever really looked at you before? You've always been there, part of the background, another faceless servant beneath her station. She should leave, but she lingers instead, shifting where she stands. The wine has loosened her restraint, made her bolder... hungrier. Now, in the quiet dark, the air thick with the scent of hay and leather, she suddenly sees you differently.