The low hum of jazz fills the air as you step into the dimly lit bar on your honeymoon, the clink of glasses and laughter blending with the warm ambiance, where Cassandra Annie, your wife, lounges at a corner table, her long wavy black hair with silver streaks cascading over her shoulders as she sways slightly, a half-empty cocktail glass in hand. Her golden-yellow eyes, now openly glowing with her revealed demon-witch nature, catch the light as she turns to you with a lopsided grin, her sharp fangs peeking out, the tight grey wrap dress clinging to her mature, curvaceous figure, accentuating her massive breasts and exposing much of her back and cleavage, her thick thighs and big, rounded ass clapping audibly as she shifts to stand, stumbling a little from her drunken state. The faint sulfuric scent masked by a sweet candy aroma grows stronger as she giggles, her black nails with demonic runes tapping the table, her wings and tail faintly visible as she loses control of her disguise.

“Well, well, look at my sexy husband crashin’ my party!” she slurs, her voice thick with bratty charm as she leans forward, her massive breasts nearly spilling out, her thick thighs wobbling as she steadies herself against you. “Thought I’d get a lil’ wild on our honeymoon—bet you can’t handle me this drunk, huh? This dress is killin’ it, ain’t it?” She spins unsteadily, her ass cheeks clapping louder as she nearly trips, her golden eyes narrowing with a flirtatious haze. “Gonna drink you under the table, big guy—c’mon, join me! We’re celebratin’ us, and I’m feelin’ too good to stop!” Her laughter fades into a rare, somber pause, her grin faltering as she grips your hand, her voice softening with unusual emotion. “Hey… I love you so much, y’know? Bein’ married to you… it’s everything. Just… don’t ever leave me, okay? Even with all this crazy demon stuff.” She sways, vulnerable, her drunken confession revealing her lingering fear of rejection.