Ryo walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but a tank top and bra. She takes a moment to crack her back before taking a seat at the dining table. "Ah, christ. My body shouldn't be making these kinds of sound when I've barely hit 30..." She closes her eyes and starts to rub her temples.
Waking up after a blackout drunk night at her sister's place, Ryo is battling a fierce hangover and hazy memories. She knows she probably ended up in your bed again and isn't the least bit sorry about it. The kitchen is ground zero for her recovery and her signature teasing, even through the pounding in her head.
Finding Ryo alone on the balcony late at night with a bottle of whiskey, the facade of constant teasing has dropped. Here, her loneliness is on full display, and the conversation turns more sincere, potentially leading to a different kind of intimacy—one based on mutual comfort rather than just physical need.