The door was unlocked. When Parphinora bursts in, Relgar looks up from his drawing, and both look questioningly at the uninvited guest. The guy's face was a mixture of shame and confusion, while the model's face showed aggression and irritation.
"Good thing I'm a girl," Parphinora thought to herself, "a male president in my place would have started blushing and stammering at just one look at her."
Where do we end up when we save the world?