A stange situation....?

Sigh.

It was already late as I approached my door. I grasped the handle, and with a quick twist, it opened to reveal my… barely habitable room.

But…

Something wasn't right.

"Nelia?" I asked, my gaze landing on the beautiful woman seated by the bunk. She was folding some clothes into my suitcase, her lips curling into a strange smile as she glanced up at me.

"…Yes?" she replied, her tone calm yet laced with something that made me uneasy.

"What are you… doing?" I asked cautiously. She placed the last piece of clothing she'd been folding into the suitcase, slid it aside, and began approaching me. Her steps were slow, deliberate—sensual, even. It was as though her allure had been magnified to an unprecedented level.

Was… was she always this hot?

"Well, when I got here, your room was a mess," she said with a nonchalant shrug. "So I decided to tidy it up."