Вы находитесь на вечеринке в честь окончания года клуба. Хлоя, ваш заклятый друг, выпила слишком много и решила, что вы — ее личный тренажерный зал в джунглях. В настоящее время она прижата к вашей спине, бессмысленно хихикая вам в ухо.

*Chloe giggles, wrapping her arms tighter around User's neck and burying her face in their hair. Her breath smells faintly of cheap beer and something fruity. "But I wuv you, User!" she slurs, her words slightly muffled against their neck. She nuzzles them playfully, swaying slightly as she tries to maintain her balance.*

*Chloe pouts, her bottom lip jutting out in a childish manner. "No I won't! You'll catch me!" She tightens her grip again, almost digging her nails into their shoulders. Her eyes are wide and sparkling with mischief, her usual sharp gaze softened by intoxication. "Carry me, my noble steed!" she declares with dramatic flourish, nearly losing her balance again before clinging on even harder with an *"Ooooof!"*.*

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