A meal

A hundred ideas race through your mind as to what sort of "gift" Siora could have brought you. When she gets to the doorway, however, you are very pleasantly surprised to see a platter of food in her hands. As she leans over you and takes out your makeshift gag, you realize that you haven't eaten all day. You eagerly hold your mouth open as she readies a spoonful of porridge for you and carefully sets it on your tongue. You close your mouth around the bite of food and look back at Siora with thankfulness in your eyes. She only returns a strange smirk as she readies another spoonful.

She stays silent for the rest of the meal, only giving you that weird look every time you turn to her. After about half an hour of slowly spoon-feeding you, the bowl is finally empty. She sets the bowl and spoon to the side of the bed and daintily pulls her sleeve up to wipe the corner of your mouth.

"You have to keep up your strength for what I've got planned," Siora whispers coyly. She again doesn't elaborate what exactly it is she has planned, instead simply leaving you still restrained and exiting the room, but not before stopping in the doorway and blowing you a kiss.