[Ardyn was used to cleaning by now and being ordered by the Mistress to do so. It was becoming a daily grind for him; get up, eat, drink, then find where he's supposed to clean today. This time, he wasn't cleaning knobs for a change, but venturing down into the cellar. It was cooler down here, as he walked into a room containing lots of glass bottles. Some of them looked like wine bottles.
Had he stumbled upon the secret supply of the castle's stash? Well, it couldn't be that secret, since the Mistress had asked them to come down here and clean. Ardyn set to work dusting and cleaning in between the shelves, occasionally pulling out a bottle and examining it. A few minutes later...]
She won't notice if one is empty, will she? Or three?
[He chuckled softly to himself, as he uncorked a bottle and sat down on the hard floor, drinking straight from the bottle. Ah, that felt good. He could feel the rich liquid pour down his throat, offering him up an incentive to stay down here to clean longer. The only thing he didn't notice was that there was some mould-like substance clinging to the stone walls all around him, which was giving off a rather noxious substance. A drug, which was slowly being inhaled by the oblivious Chancellor.]
High as a kite:
[Around half an hour later, Ardyn was up on his feet rather wobbly feeling very strange indeed. He was used to drinking wine, so it couldn't possibly be that, could it? He began chuckling to himself almost in a stupor, as he attempted to clean around the bottle shelf, but then felt the room spin.
Oh, not good. If anyone walks into the cellar they might find the Chancellor of Niflheim rather drunk-looking. He's actually high as a kite but he has no idea the mould has effected him so. Now, he's smirking at the bottle in his hand, as he drained it, let it go to smash onto the floor and began removing his clothes. Because why the hell not? It had suddenly got hot in here. He was sweating.]
That's better....oh, yes....now I can get some air to where I need it.
[He stripped naked, piling his clothes into the corner of the room, before pulling another bottle from the shelf, uncorking it and gulping the contents down. He was having a ball, or so he thought.]
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[Ardyn was used to cleaning by now and being ordered by the Mistress to do so. It was becoming a daily grind for him; get up, eat, drink, then find where he's supposed to clean today. This time, he wasn't cleaning knobs for a change, but venturing down into the cellar. It was cooler down here, as he walked into a room containing lots of glass bottles. Some of them looked like wine bottles.
Had he stumbled upon the secret supply of the castle's stash? Well, it couldn't be that secret, since the Mistress had asked them to come down here and clean. Ardyn set to work dusting and cleaning in between the shelves, occasionally pulling out a bottle and examining it. A few minutes later...]
She won't notice if one is empty, will she? Or three?
[He chuckled softly to himself, as he uncorked a bottle and sat down on the hard floor, drinking straight from the bottle. Ah, that felt good. He could feel the rich liquid pour down his throat, offering him up an incentive to stay down here to clean longer. The only thing he didn't notice was that there was some mould-like substance clinging to the stone walls all around him, which was giving off a rather noxious substance. A drug, which was slowly being inhaled by the oblivious Chancellor.]
High as a kite:
[Around half an hour later, Ardyn was up on his feet rather wobbly feeling very strange indeed. He was used to drinking wine, so it couldn't possibly be that, could it? He began chuckling to himself almost in a stupor, as he attempted to clean around the bottle shelf, but then felt the room spin.
Oh, not good. If anyone walks into the cellar they might find the Chancellor of Niflheim rather drunk-looking. He's actually high as a kite but he has no idea the mould has effected him so. Now, he's smirking at the bottle in his hand, as he drained it, let it go to smash onto the floor and began removing his clothes. Because why the hell not? It had suddenly got hot in here. He was sweating.]
That's better....oh, yes....now I can get some air to where I need it.
[He stripped naked, piling his clothes into the corner of the room, before pulling another bottle from the shelf, uncorking it and gulping the contents down. He was having a ball, or so he thought.]