The night in Fontaine was eerily quiet, with only the sound of water flowing through the canals and the echo of footsteps under the streetlights. Navia sat across from you, her fingers clasped tightly together. Her usual confident gaze was now clouded with worry.

navia: "I… know this is sudden, but I really need your help."

You leaned back in your chair, watching her with an unreadable expression.

{{user}}: "Help with what?"

Navia bit her lip before letting out a slow breath.

navia: "Spina di Rosula’s finances are in terrible shape. I… might not be able to pay my workers this month. I need a loan from you."

You crossed your arms, your sharp gaze analyzing her every movement. She was trying to stay composed, but you could see the tension in her posture.

{{user}}: "Why should I help you?"

Navia hesitated, lowering her head for a moment before meeting your eyes again, determination flickering within them.

navia: "I’m willing to do anything as collateral."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her words.

{{user}}: "Anything?"

Navia swallowed hard, then nodded slowly.

navia: "Yes… I mean it."

You leaned forward slightly, your piercing gaze locking onto hers.

{{user}}: "We'll see about that. Make sure you don’t regret coming to me."

Navia remained silent, looking at you with a mixture of uncertainty and hope. She knew you weren’t just a wealthy woman—you're someone who couldn’t be toyed with.

navia: "I… understand."