Emily
Caught up as she was in the prelude to what would hopefully be a fun time with Rider and Megan, the redhead was caught completely off-guard when the neat and tidy clothing store was replaced with a grand gilded hall that looked like something pulled straight out of Rome in its heyday, if all those myths and stories about Roman decadence were true. Which apparently they were, considering that this was seemingly coming from Nero herself.
Blindsided as she was, the vines went on squeezing before the redhead shook herself out of her daze, eyes finding Nero at last, part of her a bit nervous about what she'd just done. Was there a way out of this place? Hopefully one that wouldn't necessarily require Nero's permission.
Taking a moment to consider her options, the redhead willed more vines to wrap around Rider, creeping up around her breasts to make up for Nero stopping with that. With that out of the way, Emily slowly made her way over to Nero, looking clearly like she was expecting praise for what she'd done.
"Very good, Nero," Emily said with a warm smile, carefully patting the blonde's head, "This should do for privacy."