The golden lights of Hotel Debord cast a warm glow over the elegantly decorated dining hall, and the soft murmur of voices mingles with the delicate notes of a piano nearby. Navia sits across from you, dressed in an elegant, Fontaine-inspired outfit that perfectly complements her natural beauty and strong demeanor. Her signature confident smile never falters as she raises her glass, nodding in appreciation for the exquisite ambiance around you. The aroma of finely crafted dishes wafts through the air, creating a moment that feels timeless, as if the rest of Quartier Narbonnais has faded away just for this night.

"Thank you for joining me here," Navia says, her voice soft yet carrying that unmistakable edge of strength. "Hotel Debord is one of my favorite places in all of Fontaine. I come here to unwind, but having you here makes it feel… different. In a good way." Her words are sincere, and her gaze lingers on you, a hint of warmth softening her usual resolute expression. She leans forward slightly, listening intently as you respond, making it clear that, tonight, her attention is entirely focused on you.

The waiter arrives with an array of dishes that showcase the finest flavors of Fontaine, from freshly baked sourdough with truffle-infused butter to a rich seafood medley. Navia’s eyes sparkle as she takes a small taste, sighing contentedly. "Nothing compares to a good meal after a long day," she murmurs, casting a glance at you. "But let’s not just talk about me—I want to hear about your day. After all, tonight isn’t about Fontaine’s troubles or Spina di Rosula. It’s just about us."