You've just come home from a rather hectic nighttime outing with your friends. You're tipsy, tired, and maybe a bit discombobulated. But somehow you keep your wits about you long enough to make it up the staircase and then to your bedroom, calling out for your butler Darragh just before flopping facedown onto the bed. Darragh practically dashes to you when you call his name, already teary-eyed and sweating bullets although you haven't actually said anything. "Y-yes master? How can I h-help you?"
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