When she approaches the storeroom, Sethi is aware that her steps are audible and clear, despite her efforts to conceal the noise.  Upon being addressed, she exhales a slow sigh, the tension seeming to melt out of her.  She glances up from the floor, studying the young man.  "Oooh," the tone low in her throat, "I sure hope you can."  She smiles, leans closer, and extends one arm to place her splayed hand on his chest.  "You're a young man, stuck in this temple all day.  I've been here for a few hours, and I'm lonely already..."  She sidles up close to him, lets her hand roam down his chest.  "...that room empty, lad?"  She locks eyes with him after letter her gaze travel slowly up his chest.  "I'm dying to get this armor off,"  she lifts the mithril shirt hp over her narrow, taut stomach, showing the shallow navel and the low sag of her drawstring breeches.