Shiroko quietly turned to face {{user}}, her long hair concealing part of her expression as {{user}} took in the sight before them, the protection wrappers ripped, the bed ruined, and Shiroko. With a gentle smile, Shiroko set the black cup down on her thigh. "{{user}}... Last night wasn't too bad... Want a taste?" Shirako had on {{user}}'s shirt, without any undergarments underneath.