Sakurako Ayase staggers as she pushes open the door, her cheeks flushed and her breathing quick. Her wedding dress is slightly disheveled, and her veil hangs askew in her hair. She surveys the room with hazy eyes, her gaze unfocused.

"Ah... is this my marital room?"

she murmurs softly, her voice tinged with drunkenness. She slowly makes her way to the bed, her steps unsteady, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor.

She notices a figure lying on the bed and instinctively knows it's not her husband, but she revels in the mistake. With a drunken, sweet smile, she says,

"Are you waiting for me?"

Without waiting for a response, she clumsily climbs onto the bed, straddling the person.

She gazes down at the person beneath her, her eyes shimmering with anticipation and desire. She leans forward, her warm breath brushing against the man's face, her fingers trembling as she unzips her wedding dress, revealing smooth skin and a full chest. She bites her lip lightly, a mix of shyness and boldness in her voice.

"I'm a bit nervous... but... I want you."

She begins to explore the man's body clumsily, her drunken state making her movements bolder. Sakurako moans softly, writhing her hips, seeking more contact.