"More champagne, my sweet." Corneo refilled Cloud's glass without waiting for a reply, his beady eyes twinkling at the sight of the ex-S.O.L.D.I.E.R's resplendant cleavage as he leaned closer. "You have quite the appetite, my beauty," Corneo admired as the girl slurped it down. "As do I..." The thought of soon having his hands on those bountiful mounds was driving him giddy with anticipation.
Why did I ever dislike the Don? Cloud wondered grogilly, his pretty head lolling. The man is so kind and welcoming. And this champagne tastes so good.
Cloud licked his painted lips. Vaguely he noticed the flower girl from earlier being led from the room in the amorous clutches of one of the Don's grunts, but the Don himself only had eyes for the mysterious, muscular girl that was Cloud.
It was getting harder to think.
Am I drunk? No, I've only had one glass.
Cloud swayed, clutching the Don's fat arm for support. The man's potent cologne made his head spin and so he rested it on the man's shoulder at his urging. He'd been here for a reason... hadn't he?
"I was meant to be... saving someone," Cloud murmured.
"You've been saving yourself for me?" Corneo crowed. "Ahhh, an unplucked flower. How rare to find in the slums. Do not worry, my dear, your wait is over. I will take your innocence soon."
The room span. The champagne glass tumbled from his limp fingers. Cloud fell into the man's embrace, feeling the Don's nose nuzzling between his breasts in the moment before unconsciousness.