Up and Out
She’s entirely, utterly, woefully defeated. Completely hooked on Clorinde, her cock, her fingers, her muscles and her smile and everything in between them, and she’s so happy to accept it. Defeat is good when your legs are wrapped around your girlfriend, hanging by the edge of consciousness as she fucks you from high tide to hell. If there’s something greater beyond, then she’ll find out, and Navia would be a better person for it.
Or: They're in love, to the detriment of their neighbors.