The cork shot out with a satisfying pop, the bottle hissing like it was ready to party. The air immediately filled with a rich, fruity aroma so intoxicating it could've made a nun reconsider her vows.
"Mmm… that smell is divine."
Juliana murmured, leaning in slightly to catch more of the alluring scent.
"It's definitely expensive. Did the young master gift you this?"
Her words were laced with curiosity, but her thoughts were already wandering into less-than-innocent territory. The alcohol's aroma was leagues above whatever budget swill Lui usually bathed in—if he even bathed at all.
"You could say that…"
Artis replied, his voice smooth and teasing. He held the bottle up to his nose and took a deep inhale, his eyes briefly closing in exaggerated bliss.
"Damn, that's some premium stuff."
Then, as if the moment wasn't already loaded with tension, Artis tilted the bottle toward his lips and… started licking it.
