The problem almost solved itself.
Zafira's legs gave out the moment she tried to climb off the barstool, clinging to Leonhardt's side with a soft whimper. Her body was flexible, heavy with a warm, sweet, cloying heat. She mumbled in his ear and incoherently babbled, her breath fruity and sharp with the drink's lingering spices.
"You're going to be punished for public seduction," Leonhardt muttered, slipping an arm under her knees and hosting her up like a newlywed.
The bar's air shifted once the sky turned dark, with murmurs and a few chuckles, but no one dared to make too much noise. "Hehe, I will seduce you more~ L—eon."
Leonhardt nodded to the redhead behind the bar.
The Queen gestured to the hallway, which led to their inn rooms, before tossing him some brass keys with a number five on them. "Second door on the left. Try not to break the bed," she said with a smirk.
