Hera's breath hitched in her throat, fearing any noise might give away their presence. Her gaze shifted from the man clinging to her to the closed door before her. Trapped in the midst of this chaos, her heart pounded against her ribcage. Despite her unfamiliarity with the man she'd assisted, she dreaded the potential loss of her dignity if she remained in this compromising position much longer.
But to call out now would render her efforts futile, as they would surely find the man. It was evident that the women outside had drugged him. Hera yelps out of the blue, startling both herself and the ladies outside her cubicle.
"Who's there?!" they demanded, their voices filled with urgency.
