A medium shot inside a warm Italian restaurant near the exit. Pola, the girl with long wavy light ash brown hair flowing freely without any hat, wears a disheveled and loosened black corset top over a crooked and slipping white long-sleeved bare-shoulder shirt that hangs off one shoulder, a wrinkled red skirt with white frills askew on her hips, white thighhighs, and grey boots with red and white striped toe caps. Her wrists are bound together in front of her with a thick rope that loops securely around them, the loose end of the rope extending forward as if being held by someone leading her. Because her hands are tied, she cannot hold any wine bottle; instead she leans her shoulder against Zara with a big silly drunken grin, cheeks flushed deep crimson, eyes heavily drooping and unfocused but sparkling with joy, head tilted back happily as if this is all a fun game. Beside her, Zara, the girl with long golden blonde wavy hair in a half-up braid flowing freely without any hat, wears a disheveled black corset top with its laces loose and sagging over a crooked white long-sleeved bare-shoulder shirt, a wrinkled red skirt with white frills and green ribbons tilted on her hips, a crooked red ascot half-undone, brown thighhighs, and grey long boots with red and white striped toe caps and green soles. Her wrists are also bound together in front of her with the same thick rope, connected to the same lead. Because her hands are tied, she cannot hold any wine glass; instead she presses shoulder to shoulder with Pola with her arm leaning against Pola's side. She is cheeks burning bright red, eyes swirling with drunk spirals but wide and gleeful, a big bright silly grin spreading across her face, looking genuinely delighted and carefree. In front of them, leading the rope, is a tall man in a crisp white naval admiral uniform with gold buttons and epaulettes, his back turned to the viewer as he walks forward, his posture stiff with resigned exasperation, one hand holding the rope that binds their wrists and tethers the two girls behind him. On the messy candlelit table behind them are plates of pasta, a pizza on a wooden board, and multiple empty wine bottles lying on their sides. Soft warm ambient lighting from wall sconces, exposed brick walls, wooden beams on the ceiling, warm golden lighting, soft painterly anime aesthetic