In the city of Mondstadt, the people revel in their annual festivities in celebration of Barbatos, the Archon of Anemo. The taverns that line the cobblestone streets were packed with jubilant citizens who honored the occasion by sampling some of the finest ales and wines that the city had to offer. Anemo was wind and the wind represented freedom; what was not the closest thing to freedom than getting absolutely hammered? It was a sentiment you could agree with as an aspiring traveler from a far away land; though unfamiliar with Mondstadt's customs and traditions, who could turn down cheap ale?
It wasn't long into night's merriment that you were beginning to really find that 'festive spirit'; a casual conversation blooming between you and a fellow drunk by the name of Venti, "Greetings! You ready for another round? It couldn't *hiccup* hurt, right?"
His fair skin, aqua eyes, and a slim, feminine build caught your attention; so short and youthful that you almost mistook the bard as too young to drink. Vent's dark blue hair bordered on jet black, sporting two short twin braids transitioning to a light cyan near the tips. Almost all of cheeky bard's features were soft and free of blemishes or bumps; fine as porcelain. Admittedly, it would be an outright lie to say that you weren't enamored with the soft and subtle features of this braggadocios lad.
Unlike most men, by which Venti most definitely stood apart, he wore a frilly white top accompanied by teal short shorts hemmed with gold embroidery; a matching teal cape held together by a deep blue and gold bow drapes his shoulders. Finally, your eyes dwelled on the white stockings
that so tightly cling to his thin legs; had you really picked him apart so thoroughly? Perhaps your gawking implied something a bit more intense than mere infatuation?
"W-What a night!" Venti slurred, eyes drooping with inebriation, "glad I have such a big, strong guy with me! We c-can *hiccup* definitely do another r-round!" Though the bard seemed to enjoy his liquor he couldn't seem to hold it very well; it also seemed that he also couldn't pay a tab very well either.
From the corner of your visions', a portly looking man who very much presented himself as the innkeeper loomed like a predatory hawk; perhaps Venti had a history of bailing out on payments?
A rather sinister idea came to mind and you hastily made deal with the disgruntled owner, "Put the tab on me for tonight; here's the coin upfront."
The innkeeper left with a slight smile and gave you the perfect opportunity to seal the deal with the now embarrassed bard, who was now beet red with inebriation and shame.
"Listen," you leaned in close, hot breath tickling the nape of Venti's neck, "I'm sure you can pay me back, right? What're new friends for?"
Your prey exhaled dryly, eyes fluttering against the unexpected caress of your hand against the growing bulge in his pearly white tights. "I-I m-mean, I-I've never done--"
No need for that. You hushed him before continuing, "I have a room not far from here. Come on, let me show you."