The room stenches of post-coital affair. In the crook of your left arm is the green-haired shrine maiden, face adorably glazed with white substance, humming in her slumber. The Goddess of War presses her ample bosom into your face, sighing contently as you realize two of your right hand's fingers are lodged deep into her. The petite blonde snores characteristically loud, nuzzling her face against your limp member, drooling all over your lower half.
Your body is sore all over, especially your shoulders, hands and knees, but you are content.