[ Allowing him to have the advantage for now, she bides her time, responding to his declaration with a sultry moan as he nips at her earlobe. What Tartaglia doesn't know is that his girlfriend is also secretly calculating her every movement, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash all of her pent-up emotions in order to successfully throw this true warrior off his game. But she's got to hand it to him, devising a strategy in her head is difficult, his hot breath fluttering the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine, reminding her of that dark tone of voice he used on that drunk hag. Ah, how she would like to hear him talk like that again...

Now with her outfit unzipped, she turns around to face him, showing off her bare breasts for his viewing pleasure. Her body already showing signs of being primed and ready to take him on. ]

Yes. I'd like to see the strength of the true warrior in the air. If you don't mind teaching it to me real quick, I'll recite it after you so we can finally start our spar—

[ Suddenly, she's cut off by the sounds of someone knocking on the door. The drinks she requested are finally here! ]

Hello, I'm here to deliver the drinks you ordered.

Oh! Be there in a sec.

[ Completely caught off guard, she is momentarily snapped out of her lust-induced haze, frantically calling out to the server right outside their room. Not wanting to mess with her outfit, she grabs a nearby towel to cover the parts of her partially nude body. With that out of the way, she heads to the door, under the assumption that the server probably wants to make sure that Naganohara Yoimiya is the one receiving the drinks. She signs off the order, giving the waiter her thanks in the form of a tip. Her lust is still at its all-time high, rushing back into the room with a tray in her hands. Sitting on top are two glasses of vodka martinis and a whole bottle of chilled cherry brandy. ]

Hehe, I'm back. Hope my selections are strong enough for you. Now, where were we...