[ Alas that the warning comes too late. The handle is already pulled and the wheels already spinning. The numbers pop up and--oh.

Oh.

Well. Navia manages to school the shocked expression on her face, clearing her throat as the challenge to fuck someone in the coat closet is transferred over to her watch. Looking up at Sylvain, she laughs sheepishly. ]

No reward without risk, I suppose...? It... it's not the worst outcome, surely. At least a coat closet has a door that can be locked. [ Right! Look on the bright side, Navia. ] I just need to find someone now that I can... proposition. Surely someone here would be agreeable.