"D-Dameon...? Haa.... Nngh..." I gasped, gradually feeling unsettled by the thought of who was at the door.
Thinking it was Dameon, I tried to appeal to him and gain his empathy. "D-Dameon... I'll listen to you... So please... Undo this... I-it's scary..." I pleaded, waiting for his response with bated breath until I heard the loud squeak of a trolley.
Huh!? I-is it not Dameon!? Sounds like the trolleys used to transport food during room service!
I began to panic, curling my legs to hide my erect member as I lowered my hands to hide my chest. I was a little grateful that Dameon had the decency to not tie me to the bedframe as my mind began to reel at the thought of who was in the room with me.
Obviously those in charge of room service have a master key... But don't they usually leave the food outside and ring the doorbell? D-did Dameon tell them to serve it directly into the room?
