If

At least that was what she wanted to believe. 

In one of the hotel's spacious rooms, Rikka continued to kiss Haruka, but he pulled away from her the moment her hands made its way towards his robes.

"Listen, I don't think--"

Rikka traced his lips with her hands. "Why shouldn't we?" She said suggestively.

Haruka sighed. "Well, other than the fact that I have a wife, anybody can tell that you're very drunk right now. Despite your so-called attempts to seduce me in the past, I know you won't take this further since you have your morals and all."

"I won't regret anything." Rikka clung to his arm, pressing her breasts against him. "I'm doing this deliberately, is it getting you worked up?"

"Rikka, seriously," Haruka mumbled. "I want us to continue being friends. But if you keep doing this, I don't know what I will do."

"That sounds very dangerous. What will you do to me?" Rikka said in a teasing tone.