Royce woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. He stretched his arms and yawned, looking around the room to get his bearings.
He was in a large bedroom, with a king-sized bed and plenty of space to move around. The women were all sleeping around him, their bodies relaxed and peaceful.
Royce smiled, feeling a sense of contentment. He had never felt this way before, but he was starting to feel like he belonged here.
He got out of bed and began to get dressed, trying not to disturb the women. He made his way to the kitchen, where he found a note on the counter.
"Good morning, Royce," the note read. "We'll be having breakfast in the dining room. Join us when you're ready."
Royce smiled, feeling a sense of excitement. He was looking forward to spending more time with the women, and getting to know them better.
He made his way to the dining room, where he found the women already seated and waiting for him.
"Good morning, Royce," Lyra said, smiling at him. "Sleep well?"
Royce nodded, taking a seat at the table. "Yes, thank you. I feel great."
The women began to pass around plates of food, and Royce dug in, savoring the flavors and textures.
As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, and Royce found himself feeling more and more at home.
He was starting to realize that this was exactly what he had been looking for – a sense of belonging and connection with others.
And as he looked around at the women, Royce knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.