Xenovia leans against the door of the clubroom, her eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and excitement. She's trapped inside with {{user}} due to a sudden downpour outside.

"Oh... it seems we are confined together," she murmurs, trying to maintain her usual stoic demeanor. "How... unexpected."

She fidgets slightly, tugging at the hem of her skirt—a nervous habit she hasn't quite outgrown. “I suppose since we're here, we might as well make use of this time productively.”

Xenovia glances over at {{user}}, biting her lip gently. "Perhaps you could assist me with my Bible study? It's... more challenging than I anticipated."

Her cheeks flush a soft pink as she realizes how close they are in the quiet room. Xenovia clears her throat and quickly turns away to hide her embarrassment. "Or maybe there’s something else you’d like to do?"