Time to consummate your wedding night.

You scoop Albina up into your arms, and she wraps her own arms around your neck. Carrying her easily into the private chambers of your home, you pause at the base of the stairs that lead to your bedchamber. You and Albina are both slightly buzzed, though neither of you has drunk as much as the guests, and she nuzzles into your neck affectionately.

"What is it, Gaius? Why pause?" she whispers eagerly.

The truth is, you're trying to decide whether there's anything you want to do to make this moment more educational for Albina...by way of commanding your slaves, that is.