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The sound of a shower running wakes me up, forcing my eyes open when I feel an empty bed. I rise from the bed and I look around the room because this isn't the one I had slept in the nights before. No, this was clearly a master's suit with a king bed dishevelled and evident that there were bodies in here other than mine during the night. Yesterday's events come back to me in a moment of silence. From dinner to my agreement to try being with Angel and Celeste. The room, Celeste, Master, it all comes back to me.

My attention to my nude state and thoughts is taken when Angel walks out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. He meets my stare when he opens the bathroom door and finds me sitting still "Good morning mi Sirena." I smile at his name for me. I still wonder why he calls me his siren. Such a mythical creature, known for bringing men to their deaths by their seduction, the question is, why does he call me that? "Good morning..." And just like that, I wonder, am I allowed t