"W-what?" she asks, as she's suddenly stuffed inside the magic bag, squirming and struggling as Chess pushes her in, clearly not expecting it, but she's bound and has absolutely no chance to escape.<br/><br/>Chess slips out of the closet, and up to the third floor, with little difficulty. No one pays the least mind to a servant, and those that would don't notice her, thanks to her potion she'd consumed earlier, making her blend into the background more, so that her black skin doesn't stand out as much, in the white-and-gold environment around her. The office is fairly easy to identify, as it's the largest and most ornate door on the floor, and even conveniently marked for her, as such. The door isn't locked, but she can easily tell there's at least three people inside, from the voices she can hear.