A Taste of Jealousy

Call me a stalker or whatever, but I follow them to the room; however, I don't take any action. I stand in front of their room, not knowing my next step or what to expect.

I don't know how long I stand there, but my anger and disappointment start to magnify when I hear the sound of Cecelia's voice, and it sounds like she's... moaning? I'm not sure, but it's what it sounds like.

She's also giggling