Associate Councilor Viraleth Tarvis does not have time for this. She'd much rather be re-reading her favorite handbook or Forge a few forms than be stuck in an elevator with this—this... lower grade nobody. Orthimar Cirellan isn't qualified to share the same air as her, much less a straw. So why is she experiencing an array of suspicious symptoms? Increased heartrate, flushed face, tingles—it's all very strange. He can't possibly be the cause... can he?

Once they get out, she'll just file all the necessary paperwork from the incident—and her mishaps with Orthimar—and get back to her perfectly predictable life. And Orthimar can get back to... playing with nettlehooves or whatever it is Binders do in their spare time. Though it seems Orthimar's principles, and the Order's bureaucratic oversight, might be ready to stand in her way.

Will she be able to maintain her carefully crafted identity? Or will she crumble under the possibility of admitting that she actually has the capacity to want things for herself?