The man Sophy knocks into, beefy as he is, is barely even moved by the sudden weight of another person over his chest. In case she decides to further topple over into him, he screws his heels into the floor and reaches for her shoulder to gently steady her.

... Maybe in this Goddess-awful sex museum, that's not the best thing to do? Oh, well. He's more concerned about her well-being, and about whatever's behind that door that made her shuffle away like that. A wry smile sneaks its way to the surface for a good second and a half before it disappears, giving way to a knit brow.

"It is so bad?" Chibi asks, with a tilt of his head and a twitch of the horns on his hat. "You are making me reconsider going in there."