The King in Yellow is the most human of the elder things, for it lives in and preys upon the passions in love and limerence. It sickens me and makes me weep with forlorn romance.
If being drunk means a removal of consent then likely a third of today's children were born of, technically, rape.
Perhaps the choice to drink was consent to be drunk, and so a choice to reduce one's inhibitions? Responsibility has been reduced in modern times, not cause and effect.
I did not expect the dingy touch of the Shadow Over Innsmouth in this historical drama, but here is a figure most befitting the role of Lovecraftian protagonist. Of sound memory and boisterous reason he of all would be most burdened by eldritch sights, yet alone would be able to accomplish...
What a cooinkydink, she discovers dozens of lewds of hersef on your hardrive. You don't recall putting them there, but the judge won't believe that.
Maybe you shouldn't have joked about having information that would lead to the arrest of DNC-chan.