As Sabrina took her initial strides toward freedom, Kody made an abrupt pivot, his fingers enveloping her delicate wrist.

"My dear beauty, do not be hasty in your departure," he purred, his grip surprisingly tenacious.

“Release me!" Sabrina implored, her efforts to break free proving futile in her semi-intoxicated state.

Her voice, while unyielding, lacked its usual commanding force.

“I shall liberate you on one condition: indulge me with a drink,“ he proposed, a sly glint in his eyes.