Adrian prepared to leave the room, he glanced back at Emma, who lay in the dimly lit bedroom, her eyes heavy with intoxication. She murmured softly, her words slurred by the effects of the wine.
"Adrian," she mumbled, her voice filled with drowsiness.
Adrian turned back to her, his concern evident. "Yes, Emma? What is it?"
Emma's fingers fumbled with the straps of her dress as she tried to sit up. In her slightly inebriated state, she managed to convey her request. "Could you, um, help me with the zipper, please?"
He hesitated for a moment, considering the situation. The room was cast in shadows, with a gentle hint of moonlight streaming in through the curtains, creating a soft, ethereal glow. Adrian knew he should be cautious, but he also understood that Emma was in no condition to manage such a simple task herself.
