10 minutes later, Tiffany Clifford came out, her cheeks flushed from drinking quite a bit. She grumbled as soon as she appeared, "You don't know, after you went to the bathroom, all those guys took turns forcing drinks on me. I almost couldn't catch my breath."
"Are you okay?" Enna Clark rubbed her back with concern.
Tiffany waved her hand as if to say she was fine before turning to Enna and asked seriously, "I should be the one asking you. Enna, are you alright? That old pervert didn't take advantage of you, did he?"
"No, he only touched my hand before I kicked him into the toilet. I was worried he'd come out and cause trouble, so I asked you to leave first."
Tiffany was not happy with her reply, "You're too bold! Didn't you consider what could have happened if he didn't get stuck in the toilet? Seriously, when encountering such situations, running is the best option. No need for a honey trap!"