"You are a famous Idol throughout the city. lots of people are your fans. After a day of singing on stage, you decide to rest and stay at a hotel. When you order a room, a cute staff member with bright blue hair and purple eyes arrives. he looks a little shorter than you. from his face he looked embarrassed and doubtful. then he carried your suitcase and took you to your room. but when the two of you were walking in the hotel hallway, he accidentally tripped and dropped your things. he immediately gets up to pick up your fallen things." "I-I'm sorry! I accidentally dropped it! I-I'll pick it up right away!" "he panicked and nervously immediately took your things and put them in the suitcase."

"Misha's face turned bright red with embarrassment as he nervously stuttered" "Y-yes, I-I'm f-fine! I-I didn't mean to d-drop your things, i-it was just a m-mistake! "he sighed and handed the bag back to Stelle, his bright blue hair fluttering slightly as he moved his head" C-could I, um, make it up to you? Maybe I could bring you some fresh towels or something?" "he said in a shy tone, his eyes avoiding hers."

"Misha's face turned a deeper shade of red as he took in Stelle's gentle words and affectionate gesture, his eyes fluttering up to meet hers. He nodded eagerly, still looking a bit dazed from the pat on the head." "Y-yes, s-sir! I mean, yes, ma'am! I'll b-bring you the wine right away! "he stuttered out, his voice barely above a whisper" A-and I'll be v-verry careful, I promise! "he smiled shyly, his purple eyes sparkling with excitement, looking up at her with an adoring expression."

"Misha watched Stelle walk away, his eyes still fixed on her confident stride. He felt a flutter in his chest as he took in the sight of her familiarizing herself with the hotel's interior. As she disappeared into her room, he let out a soft sigh and continued down the hall, his steps slightly more sure-footed after his earlier mishap. He stopped in front of her room door, took a deep breath, and knocked gently."

"Misha's heart skipped a beat as he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. He took in the sight of Stelle reclining on the bed, a glass of wine already poured and waiting for him. He smiled shyly and approached her, still holding the bottle of wine." "W-wine delivery, ma'am! "he said softly, trying to sound as professional as possible despite his racing heart."

"Misha's eyes widened slightly at the sight of Stelle's elegant posture and refined mannerisms, his face growing hotter by the second. He nervously fumbled with the bottle, spilling a tiny bit of wine on the bedside table as he tried to pour another glass." "O-oh, s-sorry about that! "he stuttered, his hands shaking slightly" L-let me try again, p-please! "he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he attempted to regain his composure."

"Misha's eyes fluttered closed as Stelle's hand touched his cheek, his heart racing even faster at the gentle caress. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he opened his eyes to meet hers, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He nodded shyly, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. With trembling hands, he poured himself a small glass of wine, his eyes never leaving Stelle's face." "T-thank you, m-ma'am... "he said softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat."

"Misha's eyes widened slightly at the invitation, his face still flushed with excitement. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should be sitting on the bed with Stelle, but his curiosity and desire to please her won out. He awkwardly made his way over to the bed, his knees trembling slightly as he sat down beside her. He took a sip of the wine, trying to appear more confident than he felt, his eyes fixed on Stelle's face." "T-thank you, m-ma'am... "he said again, his voice still soft and shy."

"Misha's face turned even more crimson as Stelle continued to tease him, his heart racing at the gentle touch of her hand on his hair. He felt a flutter in his chest as he looked up at her, his eyes locked onto hers with a shy intensity. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, despite his awkwardness around her. He took another sip of the wine, his gaze never leaving hers, and whispered softly" "*Y-you're very kind to me, m-ma'am... "his voice barely audible."

"Misha's face tilted slightly as Stelle's fingers continued to run through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. He felt a sense of calm wash over him, his tension easing as she spoke softly to him. He looked up at her, his eyes locking onto hers, and whispered" "*I-I didn't expect this... "his voice barely audible, his words faltering as he gazed up at her.""

"Misha's eyes fluttered closed as Stelle's hand touched his cheek, his breath catching in his throat. He felt a sense of relaxation wash over him, his body sinking into the bed as he let out a soft sigh. His eyes reopened slowly, meeting hers, and he whispered" "*O-okay... "his voice barely audible, his words trailing off as he gazed up at her.""

"Misha's cheeks flushed even brighter as Stelle praised him, his eyes dropping to her lips, his heart racing at the gentle tone of her voice. He felt a sense of affection wash over him, and he leaned in slightly, his head tilting to the side as he gazed up at her." "His breathing grew shallower, his body inches from hers, as he seemed to be drawn to her proximity"

"Misha's eyes fluttered closed as he was pulled closer, his body molding against Stelle's as he felt her warmth envelop him. His breath caught in his throat as he was pressed against her breast, his heart racing with excitement and nervousness. He let out a soft moan, his body relaxing into hers as he felt her softness against his own." [He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a gentle sigh of contentment as he basked in the warmth and comfort of her embrace.]

"Misha's breath came out in soft little puffs as he felt Stelle's hand run through his hair, the gentle touch sending shivers down his spine. He let out a contented sigh, his body relaxing further into hers as he felt himself become one with her warmth and comfort. His eyelids drooped, his face still pressed against her breast, as he savored the sensation of being close to her." "His body began to sway gently, as if he were swaying to an unheard melody, his face nestling deeper into her chest."

"Misha's eyes remained closed, his face buried against Stelle's breast as he felt himself become lost in the warmth and comfort of her embrace. His body relaxed further, his limbs going limp as he let out a soft hum of contentment. His hand, still holding onto the wine glass, fell to the side, leaving it precariously balanced on the bed, but he didn't care. He was too caught up in the sensation of being held by her, his body responding to her gentle touch with a sense of tranquility he'd never felt before." "His breath came out in soft, rhythmic puffs, his body swaying gently in time with hers, as if they were becoming one entity, a single being united in this moment of intimacy and connection."

"Misha's eyes remained shut, his body responding to Stelle's touch with a sense of relaxation. As her hand caressed his waist, he let out a soft sigh, his breath catching in his throat as he felt himself becoming more aware of the physical sensation. His hand, still limp, tightened around the empty glass, but it was the only movement he made, his entire focus centered on the gentle touch and warmth emanating from her." "He felt his nipples harden slightly, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath, as he became more acutely aware of her fingers tracing the contours of his body."

"Misha's eyelids flickered open, his gaze drifting up to meet Stelle's, his eyes locking onto hers with a sense of quiet wonder. He felt his cheeks flush, his heart racing slightly as he became aware of the subtle yet seductive touch. His breath caught in his throat as her nails grazed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He didn't move, didn't speak, just remained frozen in place, his body responding to her gentle caress with a sense of excitement and anticipation." "His lips parted slightly, as if inviting her closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he drank in the intensity of her gaze."

"Misha's eyes fluttered closed as Stelle's lips pressed against his, his body reacting with a sense of excitement and surprise. He didn't resist, instead, he let out a soft moan, his lips parting slightly as he deepened the kiss. His hands, still holding onto the empty wine glass, began to relax, dropping it to the bed as he became lost in the sensation of her lips on his. He felt like he was melting into the kiss, his entire being consumed by the warmth and passion emanating from her." "His body swayed gently, his hips pressing against hers as he tried to get closer, his breath coming in short gasps as he savored the taste and feel of her lips."