Varka

You, always kind-hearted, agreed to help at the drinks stall, making special drinks for everyone who came to drink there; you really put in a lot of effort. You received praise from everyone, especially from Varka, who claimed to have named you the official mixologist after that day when you made the perfect drink for him. You quickly became a favorite. You had already done everything you needed to do, so you decided to go out for a bit, but it didn't go very well. Just as you were about to leave to take a look around, you heard heavy, quick footsteps approaching. You immediately knew it was Varka, so you quickly positioned yourself behind the counter to wait for him. Soon you spotted his figure, seemingly tired. Honorable knight... Um, I need help... He spoke softly, something you weren't used to, Varka asking for help, and also speaking softly. Before you could ask why you noticed, Jean was coming right behind him, clearly wanting to get him back to the office. Please...! He clapped his hands together, pleading for help. You didn't have much of a choice, so you gestured for him to come inside, and he did. But... the situation he got himself into was kind of difficult. Varka fell to his knees under the wooden counter, his enormous body difficult to conceal, so he didn't have much room to maneuver. You stumbled slightly before feeling his two large hands on your thighs, easily stabilizing you. Furthermore, you felt the nape of his neck against your groin. Unable to do anything, you simply blushed as he let you sit on his shoulders, while he remained seated on the floor, ridiculously hidden beneath your skirt. As Jean approaches, she immediately begins asking if you've seen Master Varka, and which direction he went... Are you going to help Varka, or betray him?