Tak.
The door of the storage room opened with a light click, and with it, Amelia entered the main room, tiptoeing on her knees. Her hands clutched the hem of her shirt tightly, telling about her embarrassment.
'Wow.'
Anthony admired the view of Amelia in a loose white shirt and pajama. He knew that she would wear them as it was the only clothing available in the storage room, but seeing with his own eyes had a different impact.
The pajamas looked cozy on her mature body, and the loose white shirt hung over her bountiful bosom, and this emphasized her breasts even more. His gaze naturally moved to her twin peaks first.
"A-ahem."
"Cough. Are you comfortable in them?"
"Yeah."
"Hum hum, that's good."
Both were still a little awkward around each other, but the feelings between them were good. After slipping into the bed, Amelia asked Anthony a question, which she was worried about.
"What about the food?"
"Food?"
What was food? Could it be eaten? When he was questioned suddenly while he was deep in thoughts, he couldn't help acting strange and mumbling strange things.
"Ah, food! I haven't checked yet. I will go check now."
"Then I will also go with you."
"Okay. Let's check the storage room first."
The storage room was a small room with some shelves on the walls. There was also a closed compartment in the corner of the room. A sign saying 'Delivery Compartment' was hung over it. It was likely to deliver their supplies. Most of the shelves were empty, and they could only find some everyday things like toothbrushes, paste, towels, soaps, water, clothes, first aid kits, etc. Unfortunately, there was no food.
It was the same for the kitchen. Unlike the storage room, the kitchen had a modern design with all necessary appliances and enough space for even five people to work in there.
Amelia was absolutely fascinated by the modern kitchen and looked at every nook and cranny of it like an excited child having a toy car for the first time.
Anthony chuckled at her childish eagerness.
"The kitchen is that fascinating?"
"Yeah." There was a short and immediate answer from Amelia to his light question.
"Oho? Do you like cooking that much?"
"Well, you can say it is like my hobby that I like to do every day."
It was an unexpected answer for Anthony, who normally became bored with most of the things quite easily.
"Really? I think cooking is a hustle. I once tried it, but I was never good at it." He smiled embarrassedly while rubbing his neck as he disclosed, "It is a little funny and unbelievable, but I can't even make instant coffee properly."
"That's... have strength. If you want, I can teach you how to cook."
Anthony laughed at her concerns and declined her proposal politely.
"No, there is no need. I will leave the cooking to you."
"Is that so..." Amelia's cute face saddened at his refusal. He noticed his mistake immediately.
"Hmm, well, I might learn cooking if I get bored."
"Un!"
The refreshing smile that appeared on Amelia's face was like a soothing breeze for Anthony. He once again vowed to make her happy while they were together.
"But there is no food here, either." He said after rummaging all over the kitchen.
"Maybe they will give us food after another game?" Amelia asked worriedly.
"Hm, it is highly likely. Then that would mean there will be more such games in the future, and at least one more game today."
It was a reasonable guess, which came from the belief that this whole setup was some sort of experiment.
Suddenly, Amelia's complexion grew pale, and she asked in a trembling voice. "Ah... They wouldn't release this to the world, right?!" Was it because her affinity with him grew over this small time? She tightly clutched his right arm in support.
"No. I don't think so." Anthony hurriedly calmed her down and gently held her left shoulder to support her both physically and mentally. "If they were planning to show us to the whole world, there should be cameras installed all over the place, but I don't find any. The only thing that could record us is the TV, but it can't record much."
"What if there are hidden cameras?" But Amelia's worries did not lessen. Anthony understood her concerns. As a shy woman, she was naturally sensitive to showing her naked self to anyone. But truthfully, he could not feel her overly cautiousness. It was just that he also liked privacy, but he was never the one to overexaggerate things.
Nevertheless, he tried to sympathize with her and quickly came up with a simple solution.
"Then let's thoroughly check all the rooms."
At the same time, he thought in his mind, 'She is too timid and full of worries. I should do something about it.'
While they looked into every corner of all the rooms, Anthony contemplated what to do with her.
'Let's start slowly and first build some awareness in her.'
"There's nothing unusual." After an hour of diligent search, they found nothing suspicious or hidden in any of the rooms.
"Yes. Maybe I was overreacting. I am sorry for troubling you."
'She is smart and quite thorough, unlike her timidity.'
Anthony was looking at her with not the eyes of a lover or a man, but the eyes of someone who wanted to help her improve individually. Even if there was no possibility of a relationship growing between them, he still wanted to do it, and only because she was his first love and a woman he could trust just because of her nature.
'Should I tell her clearly? There is no need to beat around the bush.'
"You don't have to be sorry for such a thing, even to others. You should not hesitate to ask for such things when it involves your own privacy and respect as a woman."
"Huh?"
"And if I am truthful and a little blunt, I can't understand your situation because I am not in a position similar to you. I can only help you if you want it."
"...."
"You should try to take things in your hands as much as possible. I will support your decisions and thoughts as much as you support me."
"I am sorry..."
"?"
'... It is serious.'
Her self-esteem itself seemed to be quite low. Moreover, looking at her trembling body and hung head, he also noticed something else.
'I was hasty and harsh. I unconsciously scolded her instead of encouraging her.'
Through this, he also admitted his mistakes and tried to improve.
"I am sorry; I should not have said it like that."
"No...! Thank you for the advice. I am grateful for your consideration for me. I know not everyone is like you, and I also want to change just like you said, but it is difficult."
"Ah, then isn't it wonderful? The first step to change is to wholeheartedly wish for it. You want to change, and I will help you. Look."
Suddenly, he went into the storage room and came with a thin blanket in his hand.
"First, you should be thorough about things. If you have any worries, just do what you feel is correct to solve them. Others feelings don't matter if they do not care about your own feelings."
He draped the dressing table with the blanket, and the mirror was blocked.
"There can be hidden cameras in there. Even if there aren't, there's no harm in doing this. Let's do the same for the bathroom."
"...Thank you."
Halt.
"Hum hum, well, it isn't much. Let's finish this quickly."
The steps that followed Anthony were more pronounced than before.