Amber lost count of how many bottles Eula had guzzled through, but by now, it was certainly a high number. Something was definitely bothering her. Amber debated whether she ought to pursue this or just leave it be. Her conscience won out.
"Is everything okay, Eula?"
The tall woman sniffed. "No, it's not! Jean, Mirror Maiden, Miko, Ei, Navia, Clorinde, Lisa, and Dehya had a big old 'mommy spa' with Aether—and they didn't invite me!"
She chugged down another bottle.
"It's not fair," Eula grumbled. "I'm tall like them. I've got a figure like them. So, why wasn't I invited?!"
"They probably didn't mean to offend you," said Amber gently, "Anyways, I'm not sure you could be a 'mommy' kind of girlfriend."
"Well, why not?! I could dominate him if I wanted to."
"Eula, one time, Aether just touched your hand and you called him 'daddy.'"
"So?"
"You're not a dominatrix," said Amber.
"You don't know that! I bet I could make him call me mommy if I wanted to! I could have him begging in seconds if I wanted to…"
"To be fair," said Amber. "Aether would beg just to soothe your ego if you asked him to. He's too nice."
"Yeah, it pisses me off…"
At that moment, Charles came by with their drinks. The bartender cleared his throat.
"Miss Eula, please keep your voice down. Not everyone here wants to hear you rant about your sex life."
She blushed crimson. "Y-yes, sir. I'm sorry."
As Charles left, she glowered at him.
"M-mark my words, I w-will have vengeance…"