“Yeah, exactly.” Kat responded, as if she had already thought about all of the factors that Diego mentioned. “So how could you go home?” She asked rhetorically. Diego added in a line about how they had to appear like they were dating, which meant not splitting off at the end of the night. “Not to mention, it would mean leaving me alone.” The words and her tone of choice made it clear that if he had chosen to leave her alone, she would have been adamantly and vehemently against that.<br/><br/>Diego stepped up close to her as she started to get undressed and asked for a helping hand. She had heard him shut the door behind him, followed by some rustling that suggested he was disrobing a little as well. When she asked if he was tired, he said he wasn’t - not now - suggesting that she had somehow woken him up. Kat turned to face him, her push-up bra barely containing her heavy mounds, as they created an unavoidable cleavage.<br/><br/>“Well, how can we make you tired, then?” She asked, coyly, her hands playfully going for his belt and gently tugging. She bit her lower lip, the alcohol in her veins allowing her to lower those inhibitions which kept her from doing much more than flirting with Diego, at least, before this. Her gaze fell from his eyes, down to his lips, and she breathed him in as she leaned closer.