"Hehe~ where shall we go," Eva's slurred and pleasant voice sounded from Raven's shoulder as she leaned against him with her soft ass pushing against his cheek.
They were still in the middle of their drinking competition, but Eva began to get playful, climbing onto his shoulders and letting her heavy breasts rest on his head. The large pillows rested atop the Raven's head, pressing it down like a helmet.
He held her long and gorgeous legs with a firm yet gentle grip.
His attention was focused entirely on their match, so the warm body leaning over him and the pressure and scent of Eva's soft tits around his face hardly registered as he waited for the next goblin ale to be brought out.
Raven himself could feel he was drunk. The bar seemed slightly blurred, but he was sure the little devil was worse. How else could she speak normally in the situation she was in?