Because we were in a restaurant's private room that was built only for an after-party, I only did it one round before I cured Eliza out of her drunken state and got dressed again.
She looked embarrassed because she couldn't wait until we got home and wore her dress quickly. Her hair was unruffled from our session earlier, and there was still a bit of semen dripping out of her pussy, so she looked troubled.
"You can wear this."
I took out pure white panties made from a material that could absorb any liquid and let Eliza wear them under her dress.
"Thanks…" She muttered quietly.
Afterward, we left the restaurant side by side. She was holding my arm and became more clingy than before. Of course, the waitresses looked at us with strange gazes as if they enjoyed our presence and the atmosphere around us.
When we were outside, I whispered quietly to Eliza.