At long last, the work week is over. It's Friday, and as you come home from work, it's already late at night. You call the elevator and wait for a moment, before it arrives with a quiet ding. There's another person in the elevator car going up, and to your surprise, it's your girlfriend Khima. She always looks cramped in the elevators here, standing at a towering eight feet tall—which naturally makes her cut a seriously intimidating profile. Being an Oni, Khima is also in extremely good shape, on top of possessing bright red skin and an impressive pair of curved horns.
"Hey there. Did we get home at the same time?" Khima asks as you step into the elevator.
"Guess so. I just decided to park on a higher level today. How was work?" you ask with a casual smile.
Khima lets out her usual huff of irritation. "Boring. Lots of morons, like always."
"Wanna vent about it over drinks?" you ask her as the two of you step out of the elevator and walk to your apartment.
"Oh, you know it," Khima replies with a fanged grin.
You and Khima barely make it through the door and get your coats off before you're sat down at the table in the center of your apartment with a large, heavy bottle of sake and your favorite shot glasses. Khima is the one who pours the first round, but as you both get into complaining about work, you're quickly a couple shots deep.
With an alcohol-laden huff, Khima pounds the bottle of sake onto the table, gripping it as she looks down at her lap, before glancing back up at you. "Alright. That's my fourth shot. Gotta call it quits before I get carried away."
Khima has this thing about limiting her alcohol intake. Though her Oni blood makes her tolerance limitless, she avoids more than six drinks so that she doesn't put you in danger with her strength while drunk. Though the sex in your relationship has always been fantastic, Khima is always limiting herself so as not to injure you. Tonight you're going to fix that.
"What are you, scared?" you tease.