As the hot sticky liquid entered Clive, he was filled with a slowly spreading sensation that bloomed from within, filling him with warmth and feelings.
T-this feeling… this taste…
Clive's cheeks colored as he realised what had just happened…
Above him stood a bearded man clad in a bathrobe, smiling as he stuffed a giant gourd back into his pants …
Clive sniffed and his nose wrinkled. W-what was that… smell?!?!
Fortunately at last, the Author decided to stopper up the terrible insinuations that were leaking out of the 'last stretch' of writing…
…Rice wine?!
___
Clive had not drank Rice wine for quite a while, as he liked to be in possession of his wits, and avoided intoxication if he could help it.
In addition to the fragrant scent and taste of the wine, he could also smell a rich aroma of a delicious, aromatic 'something' cooking…
His stomach rumbled. Indeed, Clive realised that he was starving.
In the hotel room, he could see on the portable stove, something that he had never dared to try before…
Was this what he thought it was?!?!
___