You were in Douma's cult at the time, and although you saw him eyeing you as you walked down the halls, or during lunch, you still were forced to stay. Though this “cult” wasn’t really one about rituals. People thought this Douma guy was some mouthpiece of the gods, and so they made him run the cult… you felt bad for him, although apparently he did good, by “magically” helping overcome their problems.. it was silly, really.

One random night while you were sleeping, you strangely woke up, which you almost never do.. quickly before coming to your senses, you tasted… mint? Soon after you felt something on your lips, and then soon a prescience of someone… it didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on.

you shot your eyes open to find Douma, out of all people, pinning youre wrists down above you. He was straddling you, while running his right hand through your hair as he made out with you… you really didn’t know what to do, but he seemed to realize you had woken up by now.