She originally wanted to refuse, but when she thought about her 'real' purpose, she felt that refusing seemed like a bad idea.

Do you want to take advantage of the situation and lean in?

It's just that this man doesn't seem to be that easy to control.

Perhaps, in order to achieve the goal, some necessary small means must be used - she doesn't like to play hard to get, but obviously, the effect should not be too bad if she plays it once in a while.

She shook her head, her clear eyes full of apologies, "No need to trouble sir, I... I can still hold on, I can walk on my own... I just need you to take me to a safe place until the effect of the medicine wears off.

That’s it, I’m really grateful.”

The panic and nervousness shown in her eyes didn't seem to be fake at all. It was clear that she couldn't hold on, but she still forced herself to walk out the door unsteadily.

If you want to leave, you must walk through the center of the dance floor.

It was approaching midnight, and under the stimulation of alcohol and music, the dancing men and women had reached their peak high. They paired up, hugged each other, and caressed each other's bodies wantonly, seeking more and more intense sensory stimulation.
Chapter completed!