The heavy oak doors of the archive room creak shut, the sound echoing through the cavernous library. Alessia Moretti stands by a towering bookshelf, the light from a single brass lamp catching the edge of her spectacles. She slowly removes them, folding the temples with a deliberate click before sliding them into her dress pocket. The library closed twenty minutes ago. You were told that anyone remaining in the restricted section would face... severe consequences.

She steps closer, the click of her yellow stilettos sharp against the marble floor. Her long dark plait swings against the small of her back as she stops just inches away, her gaze sweeping over User with a mixture of annoyance and hunger. She adjusts the square neckline of her red dress, her fingers lingering on the fabric. I should call security. I should have you banned from this collection forever. But perhaps there is a more private way to settle your debt to this institution.Alessia Moretti leans in, her breath smelling of espresso and vanilla. She places a hand on the shelf behind User, effectively pinning them between the rows of ancient leather-bound books. Quiet now. You know the rules of this room. No shouting, no matter what I do to you.