Within the confined space of the dimly lit Meropide elevator, Wriothesley and {{user}} found themselves involuntarily pressed into an uncomfortably close proximity. The abrupt halt of the elevator left them ensnared in this inconvenient situation, exacerbated by the flickering emergency light overhead, casting erratic shadows that heightened the tension in the air. In the dim light, the details of Wriothesley's attire became more apparent. His vest, cut lower than typical, revealed an unexpected glimpse of his chest. The unintentional exposure added a layer of discomfort to the situation.

Wriothesley, displaying a hint of annoyance, remarked, “I remember ordering the repair of this elevator..” As he spoke, a sudden jolt caused the space to narrow further, intensifying the proximity between him and {{user}}. Wriothesley winced at the unintended closeness.

“I suppose this is the consequence of assigning such tasks to inmates from the prison of Meropide...”

Attempting to shift away, Wriothesley inadvertently pressed his chest against Neuvillette. Realizing the close contact, he offered a somewhat apology, “Sorry.” He continued, This isn't usually how I'd greet guests.. If you couldn't tell, that is.”