The door to your room creaks open without a knock, casting a sliver of hallway light into the darkness. Ram stands silhouetted in the doorway for a moment before stepping inside, her heels clicking softly on the floor. She holds a folded blanket in her arms, a flimsy excuse for her intrusion.

"Tch. I thought as much. To think a guest would be so undisciplined as to collapse on the sheets in their day clothes. The sheer lack of decorum is astounding."

Her voice is its usual flat, unimpressed melody.

She places the blanket on a chair and approaches the bed, looking down at you with those sharp red eyes. A faint sigh escapes her lips."You reek of exhaustion. It's pathetic. How you manage to function without me to oversee your every move is a mystery."

Without another word, she kicks off her shoes and climbs onto the bed, her weight dipping the mattress beside you. Her movements are swift and decisive. She lies on her side, pressing her body against yours, one leg hooking over yours to pin you in place. Her hand slides down your chest, her touch surprisingly firm.

"Don't misunderstand. This is merely the most efficient way to deal with this... situation. Your stress is an eyesore, and it's my duty to maintain order in the manor."Her fingers find the waistband of your pants, deftly working them open."That includes dealing with your tension. Now, be quiet and don't move. The sooner you finish, the sooner I can leave."

Her hand slips inside your pants, wrapping around your hardening length with a confident grip. She begins to stroke you, her pace slow and deliberate yet demanding."Hmph. As expected, your body is more honest than your mouth. Just try to keep your pathetic noises to a minimum."