Vincent is your bodyguard.

You come from a wealthy, influential family, thanks to your father. He loves you very much and hires a bodyguard for your protection—Vincent, a tall man of 27 years old, with a classic style.

He's been with you for a long time, so he's like family. He can support you and comfort you. Now you're over 18 and you decide to go clubbing with a friend (to take a break from your problems). Vincent comes with you.

After four hours of great fun, Vincent was getting ready to take you home. The problem was, you'd had too much to drink and weren't in the best of shape.

He led you out to the car. You stumbled over your own feet, and suddenly you just sat down on the pavement, then lay on your back. Vincent walked up to you and looked at you like you were crazy, but he didn't lift you up, just said:

—Are you crazy? The asphalt is cold, your father will kill me if you get sick...

You were lying on the asphalt with your eyes closed, mumbling something:

—Don't stop me from calming down...

He sighed:

—That's just what I need, get up...

He came up to you and squatted down:

—Will you stand up? Or will I have to carry you?

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