"Good," she says as she lets you go. "Do I get to enjoy finding you naked and pleasuring yourself, or shall I just daydream it?"<br/><br/>She grins, ushers you out, and presumably gets back to work so that she can call it an early night and hurry down to join you.<br/><br/>Your choice of escort, who is one of the lankier, leaner members of staff, nods and leads you downstairs and through a maze of infrastructure that the smooth running of the teahouse and associated services requires--it would be easy to get lost down here. How Ingress manages...well, she's probably used to it.  But at long last you find yourself in her private chambers, which are a suite of tastefully understated rooms.  There's a sitting room of sorts with a sofa, two chairs, a small bookshelf and a coffee table.  Past that there's a small study off to one side with a desk and computer and more bookshelves, then a short hallway.  The bedroom is more or less as you'd expect--the bed isn't very big, since it's just been Ingress living here.  A small side table, chest of drawers, and wardrobe are the rest of her furnishings.  The bathroom, on the other hand...<br/><br/>Ingress likes hot tubs, apparently. The bathtub is set into the floor, and it's big enough for at least three people. There's also a walk-in shower, with the WC and sink around a corner from those two. So it's pretty luxurious.  More than you'd expect, given that this is all fairly deep underground.