@dodocunny that' s a good girl. fuck— ( throbbing inside before starting to thrust back and forth again. it' s like her insides are desperately trying to keep him in. ) you make me just. . . feel so good, klee. i can' t wait to fill you up.
@dodocunny i promise you, kid. it will feel so good that you will ask for it again later. ( grinding hard on klee' s deepest spots, grunting. he is moving like an animal in heat. ) just promise to not tell jean about this.
@dodocunny it' s not pee, kid. . . ( pounding harshly before stopping with his cock as deep as it goes inside klee, throbbing and leaking precum. ) i promise it' ll feel really good for you soon, okay?
do i look like i care about that? ( looking irritated, gloved hand gripping the bottle like he wants to break it. ) i' m not interested in lowly dogs of fatui.
i don' t care. ( shrugging before pouring more drinks for her. she paid really well, after all. ) i' m only here for the money. men you like wouldn' t like you if they saw how much you drink anyways.
[She would continue to slam down the liquor, eventually slowing down, but not before her face would turn a shade of red.. She's become slightly intoxicated.]
And what if I said I was here for your brother, Kaeya?~
( cleaning his throat, eyes going down to her cleavage for a second before back on jean' s face. focus, diluc. focus. . . pouring the drink into a glass before serving her. ) i hope you' ll drink in moderation today. i wouldn' t—
i could say the same about your working days, jean. i' m surprised you even came here. ( attention more on her than the other customers, one gloved hand wrapped around a glass. ) what do you want to drink?