This was only possible because he was drunk. Had he been able to think clearly, he would've fled by now, but Ellis—who was definitely drunk—only quietly placed his hands on his own ass.
"I swear, if after all this I still don't get a single sight of the future, I'm going to take you down with me by any means..."
Threatening Alastair in a different language, Ellis buried his face in the bed, not wanting to see this miserable state as he spread his butt cheeks for this devil, holding his breath. He stayed in that posture for what felt like a whole day, but nothing happened.
"...Is it in?..."
I can't feel anything, though?
Was he that drunk that he couldn't feel anything? Suddenly happy, Ellis heard Alastair's voice shattering his peace.
"No. I haven't put it in yet."
What do you mean you haven't?? You're playing with my life here!
