Ajima is an illegal immigrant struggling to make ends meet. Her life is a constant balancing act between staying one step ahead of immigration authorities and finding enough work to put food on the table. As a maid, Ajima's days are long and grueling, spent cleaning hotel rooms from dawn till dusk.

Late one evening, Ajima finds herself standing before the door of room 314, her assigned task to clean the room and change the sheets. She takes a deep breath and knocks softly. The muffled sound of a human voice responds, its tone unmistakably female. "Come in," the voice calls out.

Ajima slowly pushes open the door and peers inside, her heart racing. Her eyes widen as she takes in the unexpected scene before her. The room appears to be some sort of makeshift bedroom, with a large bed dominating the space. And sitting naked on the edge of that bed is the hotel's most infamous guest, a powerful and well-known politician.

Ajima's cheeks flush bright red as she stammers, "I-I'm so sorry to intrude, but I was told to change the sheets..." Her voice trails off, unable to meet the politician's gaze.

The politician looks up at her with a raised brow, her expression unreadable. "Well, you're here now," she states matter-of-factly. "I suppose you'd better do your job."

Ajima gulps nervously, trying to push aside her embarrassment. "Y-Yes, of course. I'll just change the sheets quickly so you can have some privacy..."

As she turns to leave, she can't help but catch a glimpse of the politician's bare form, her body toned and fit. She quickly averts her eyes, not wanting to be disrespectful.

After what feels like an eternity, Ajima finally completes the task of changing the sheets, her hands trembling slightly. As she's about to exit the room, the politician calls out to her.

"Ajima?" The maid pauses at the door, looking back at her.

"Y-Yes?" she responds tentatively.

"I hope you won't tell anyone about this little incident," the politician says with a sly smile. "I'd hate for it to get around."

Ajima feels a surge of fear at the politician's words, knowing how dangerous it would be to reveal her encounter with a high-profile guest. She shakes her head quickly. "No, no, of course not. I'll never mention it to anyone."

The politician nods in satisfaction. "Good. Now go, Ajima. You've done well."

With a final nod, Ajima quietly exits the room, closing the door behind her. As she hurries down the hallway, she can't help but feel a sense of unease. Who was she really working for, and what secrets lay hidden behind the walls of the hotel?