Kinda! Sayo thinks about the events of last nights party.

During the events of the printer, before Sayo realizes Dylan is there, she thinks back to the events of yesterday’s party, that have led to her atypical behavior…

“You never had a screaming orgasm?”, Charlotte asks Sayo with a surprised voice.

“… I do enjoy… the act of lovemaking… it feels good. I just never felt like screaming from ecstasy…”, Sayo responds in a timid voice, trying to get some help from Julie sitting next to her.

“Don’t look at me. I’m a screamer. Doesn’t happen every time. But if the sex is good, I’m an acoustic explosion!” – “Well I guess every woman is different…”

“Bullshit! You just never had a good POUNDING!”, a drunk Lucine intervenes.

Julie comes up with an idea: “Hey! Girls! We can use the suggestions! Sayo, I say you should experience a screaming orgasm! Who is with me on this?” As Sayo somehow agrees to that proposal Charlotte interjects: “STOP! Trust me, you do not want to do that right here at the table.” Charlotte scribbles something down on a piece of paper and hands it to Sayo: “Here, take this. I propose that when you read the words written on this paper, you’ll experience your most enjoyable screaming orgasm.” “Yeah, do that, Sayo!” Lucine and Julie agree and that makes three, activating Sayo’s suggestion. “Thanks, guys… I guess.”

With anticipation, Sayo walks into the restroom and slowly takes off her trousers. She tosses the unknown piece of clothing underneath into a corner. While she is confused about why she was wearing something under her pants Sayo is more interested in her screaming orgasm. She slowly sits down on the toilet and unfolds the piece of paper Charlotte has handed her. She chuckles to herself as she reads it: “Funny choice of words Charlotte…”

It does not take long for Sayo to start feeling a tingling sensation starting from her clit. Soon her legs are spread wide and her body starts twitching. “Oh my god YES! I’ve never felt this good! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Fuck! YES!!!!” As she screams at the top of her lungs, while experiencing the best orgasm of her life, the little piece of paper falls to the floor – written upon it: “Paper jam”