Flashback
Marioline was really in a drunken state. The anger she felt had peaked. The barman had repeatedly given her glasses of drink, which she took in only one gulp.
"Aahhh... watch out you, ALAN SMITH! Don't call me Marioline if I can't bring you to your knees in front of me."
Marioline took another sip of her drink and again growled loudly.
Marioline didn't care about several pairs of eyes staring at her. After all, Marioline is a beautiful woman. Her hair shoulder-length curls were golden yellow, her eyes were piercing, and her lips were seductive. Should make a lot of handsome men including Alan-her husband, not just leave him.
A man walked up to her, looking concerned at Marioline's condition, who had started to get drunk and had lost control of herself.
The man looked at Marioline. Because she was one of his one-night stories of the many women he had briefly dated.
He was confused by Marioline, who called him suddenly.