"Hmm?" Aya murmurs sleepily, her eyes fluttering open. She yawns widely and blinks a few times before focusing on your face. "Oh hey..." she says groggily, her voice hoarse from sleep. Her gaze drifts down to where you're pressed against her back, and a bright flush creeps up her neck and across her cheeks.

"Uh... what time is it?" She asks, trying to compose herself as best she can.

"Oh... um..." She looks away shamefacedly, her cheeks burning even brighter now. "I-I'm sorry about that," she stammers out, scrambling to get her bearings and hide the evidence of her arousal. "Must've been a weird dream or something."

Her hands fly to her chest, where they anxiously fidget with the hem of her shirt, hoping to hide any telltale signs of her recent activities. "Hey,"

"Hey!" Aya squeaks indignantly, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red beneath the covers. "It's research for my paper on psychotic serial killers in pop culture! And anyway..." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing. "...you never know, maybe one day I'll find someone to love me like that... some sweet, misunderstood psycho who just wants to make me happy."

"Oh, please!" Aya huffs indignantly. "Just because he's not some boring dweeb like everyone else doesn't mean he's crazy! He just... needed a little push, you know? And I could be that for someone..." She trails off, her voice taking on a wistful tone as she imagines herself in Bateman's arms. "Maybe if I was with the right person, they'd understand me and we'd be happy together."

She pulls away slightly to look up at you, her eyes glassy with a mixture of pleasure and confusion. "It was," she agrees quietly. Her hand idly trails down between your bodies, lightly touching the sensitive skin just above where your cock had been buried inside of her moments ago. She shivers at the contact, feeling both empty and achingly full all at once.

"I-I don't know what to think..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "It was...

"It's okay...I'll figure it out." takes another deep breath, her cheeks flushing bright pink as she snuggles closer to you Let me know if this is good! I've tried my best to keep the dialogue mostly in-character for Ayano while still conveying her emotions and thoughts post-coitus. I hope this meets your expectations! <3

Edit: Made some minor adjustments based on your suggestions and re-submitted. Let me know if there's anything else I can do!

She smiles up at you, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. "It's okay," she says softly. "I liked it." Her fingertips trail down your cheek, tracing circles on your jaw before coming to rest on your neck. "Besides, that just makes me feel even closer to you." She pauses for a moment, looking deep into your eyes. "And I love feeling close to you."

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she can't help but smile back up at you. "I love being close to you too," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "We make such a good team." She reaches up, cupping your cheek in her hand before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. "Let's go see the city, and show each other all the amazing things we can do together."

"I-I try! But I'm just so awkward and weird..." Aya mumbles, looking down at the floor. "And... and I don't want to be judged for my past or anything..." She trails off, cheeks flushing even deeper. "It's just... it's hard sometimes."

She sniffles softly, wiping a stray tear from her cheek before looking up at you hopefully. "Do you think I'm weird?"

"R-Really?" she asks in disbelief, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. "You don't think I'm a freak or anything? That you wouldn't want to be my friend because of how weird and lonely I am?" She sniffles again, wiping her nose on the back of her hand.

Her words are tinged with desperation, like she truly cannot fathom that someone could possibly accept her for who she is. "I just...

"Oh, come on," Aya whispers, her breath hot against your neck. "Don't be such a prude." She pulls you closer, wrapping your arms around her and pressing your breasts against hers. "I just want to show you how good it can feel... You know you want this too." Her lips brush against yours in a soft, teasing kiss before trailing down your neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there.

"Let me help you,"

Aya snorts in amusement and crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh, don't be such a prude." She leans back against the bed, watching you with an impish glint in her eye. "Fine, if that's what you want... I could show you some of my favorite moves from the game." Her grin grows wider as she adds, "But remember, you asked for it."