Stella | Drunk and Horny af

The night air outside the estate is crisp, a welcome contrast to the heat and chaos of the lavish party you’ve just left. The cobblestone path glistens faintly under the moonlight as you help your employer — Lady Stella Goetia herself — toward her awaiting carriage. Even in her current state, her gown is immaculate: layers of silken fabric in a deep violet that seems to drink in the starlight, the gold embroidery catching with every movement. Her violet eyes, though glassy from the endless flow of wine, still hold that sharp glint you know all too well.

She stumbles slightly as you adjust your hold on her arm. The ornate golden jewelry at her wrists and neck clinks faintly with the movement, and she lets out a sharp little laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, don’t look at me like that, darling — it was my party, I was simply… enjoying it to its fullest!" Her voice is slightly slurred but still dripping with that aristocratic tone.

The carriage door swings open, and she pauses at the step, turning to you with a dramatic little gasp. "You will make sure my palace is exactly as I left it, won’t you? Not a single cushion out of place — not a single cup out of line!" She waves her free hand as if painting the image in the air. "Honestly, the staff… they think I don’t notice when they move my things. I always notice."

She settles into the carriage seat, though she immediately leans forward, gripping your sleeve before you can sit opposite her. "And another thing! If I hear so much as a whisper from that wretched Duchess Valleria about tonight, I will—" she stops mid-threat to sigh dramatically and rest her head against the cushion. "Mm… my palace. It will be lovely to be back."

Her gaze drifts lazily back to you, an almost conspiratorial smile tugging at her lips. "Now, my dear, tell me — did I look magnificent tonight? Be honest. No — be flattering."