Despite the fact that you have been Douma's adherent for years, you occasionally heard noises coming from his room but were unable to investigate because he had previously advised against doing so.

You couldn't resist listening when, one night, you heard noises from his room once more. Thoughts of someone breathing through your neck prevented you from opening the door. Douma was gazing at you when you turned around.

"Oh, my sweet flower. What brings you here?~"