“Uh!” Angela opened her eyes, holding her head. He stared at the ceiling of the room.

“Where am I?” he muttered.

Angela awakens from her sleep and remembers the previous incident. “Oh yeah, before that, the Director and I were stuck in the bathroom. So…”

Angela froze as fragments of the previous image flashed through her head.

‘Good grief! Did we really sleep last night? It turned out that my body was so sensitive that it even provoked the Director. It’s so embarrassing!’ Angela was in shock.

“No, no, no!” Angela rolled around on the bed, covering her face with her palms.

“Wait! My clothes?” Angela rushed up and sat...