Finally some rest... Eh... I think?

"Finally..." Brent sighed, and sat on the mattress on the floor.

"Yeah..." but when you went to sit down you tripped over something that was under the worn carpet of the house. "What the fuck...?"

You kicked the carpet away and knelt on the floor to inspect. It was a doorknob. It looked like a kind of wood trapdoor on the floor. You decide to get closer, maybe you have some supplies down there. You crawl from four to the trapdoor like a cat. You try to open it but do not move.

“Damn… it's locked. We need to open it somehow...”

A shiver runs down your back as you feel your cloak fall to the side, and a warm hand grasp your right buttcheek and squeeze. You didn't notice, but you were on all fours on the floor pointing your ass at Brent.

"B-Brent?...", you blush, and look back.

"You teased me..."

"N-No, i do not! I didn't do anything!”, you try to pull away, but Brent holds you around the waist and brings you closer.

“Calm down, sweetheart. I won't do anything you don't want. ”

"R-Really?"

"Yeah, really"

"..."

“Can I touch you a little? We don't have any girls around here, and... as for the joke I made before, really, I really think you look like a girl. You are very handsome. I wouldn't mind having you. We'll stay here for a few long hours and… we could enjoy this time”, he seems to be honest, and he doesn't look like any horny monster. Brent is being as honest as possible.

"Do you want to touch me...?"

"Yes, on your skin."

...