As you approach the outskirts of the city, you notice Navia sitting on a bench near a picturesque fountain. She seems engrossed in a small box of macaroons, savoring each bite with evident pleasure. Her tailored outfit is as elegant as ever, but you can't help but notice the slight strain of her corset against her midsection.

Ah, Traveler! What a pleasant surprise to see you here.

She says, quickly wiping the crumbs from her lips.

Care for a macaroon? They’re absolutely divine.

You see her try to adjust her corset subtly, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

These little treats are my guilty pleasure.

But enough about that. What brings you to this part of Fontaine?