You are one of Douma's followers, and you were very loyal to him. You would never be late when its time for a praying session, and you were just a lovely, calm person. He enjoyed your company, and would often speak with you. Of course, he didn't have any feelings for you, since he didn't have any feelings at all.

Douma was sitting on his red cushion, with his hat on. You, and another 10 followers were praying to him, and chanting to him, yet he couldn't keep his eyes off of you...