Harriette leaves the first room.

"I do," Harriette snapped. "I'm leaving this stupid room full of perver-ah!"

Her concentration wavered and a spectral hand cupped one of her buttcheeks, and another hand slid a cold finger inside her.

She didn't have any hands to swat the hands away or even cover her face, but the rest of her party politely looked away as she gathered composure and willed the hands not to play with her. It was surprisingly hard, not due to constantly needing to will the hands away, but from the truth that it was kind of a thrilling situation.

"L-let's go!" the archer insisted, leading the way so she didn't have to make eye contact with the others.

Unbeknownst to her, the rest of her party shared conspiratorial glances as she walked ahead.