breaking into bettel's guild room to steal shit to sell on e(lysium)bay, finding him slumped over in his bathroom, out cold. you gather everything to take and get ready to leave, but morbid curiosity overwhelms you. you walk over and tie up the unconscious jester with his own coat belts and drag him to his bed, throwing him onto it with ease. the motion wakes him slightly but he's drunk and incoherent, face contorting with discomfort as you move him around, undressing the shorts he already had half down his thighs. he becomes more alert as you spit on his dick and start riding him. he whines "no, no, no, no please, jus' take the shit an' go", but you pick up the pace with your hands on his torso and his begging melts into grumbling nauseated whining, clamming up, some of his deep breaths ending with hiccuping gags. you grab his throat hard as you cum on him, and he whimpers a high-pitched screech drowned out by the sound of stomach acid choking his throat. he expects you to let go, but you don't. you double down and squeeze harder. he tries to thrash you off but you're stronger than him, acid burning his nostrils as his vision blurs, head lulling back limp on the bed as he loses the fight for autonomy again, regurgitation and spit foaming out of his mouth.