However, that threat seemed to be effective against Lisa. Her hands, which had been holding onto the vest tightly, relaxed slightly, but her expression remained unwilling. "Terry, you... you're so mean. You won't even let me keep a little vest?"

She spoke with difficulty, her drunken eyes looking pitiful.

"Didn't you say I was better looking? Why do you still need another man's vest?" he rebuked, forgetting that he was arguing with a drunk person.

"They... can dance, unlike you," she grumbl