Marigold takes the elevator.

She decided on the elevator. The stairs were a wild card; anything could happen in there. There could even be tons of people walking the stairs at this very moment, and if she had opted for the stairwell, she would have bumped into them right away. Marigold knew for a fact that the elevator was at the first floor right then, which meant that she wouldn't have to wait for it to come down and that it was unoccupied.

As the elevator began to rise higher, Marigold had a moment to herself to think. She could feel the chill of the air conditioner on her exposed skin. Her skin flushed scarlet as she realized that the cold was actually making her nipples harden, and, glancing down at herself, she saw that they were actually visible through the sheer fabric of her stupid, slutty costume.

How could you, Mari? she asked herself. She had let herself be fooled by a lech and a con artist, and now she was suffering for it. The real Marigold never would have worn a costume like this.

She crossed her arms over her breasts in the hopes that they would warm up her chest, but she couldn't ignore the feeling of her nipples pressing against her wrists.