[Google is a useful tool for any detective. Naoto refers to her phone, flipping through it while pretending not to be distracted by Rise's cute-as-hell clothes and the additional prospect of seeing her in them.

Naoto does remember a kind of understated blue motif, come to think of it. The address… ah, there's the place.]

The "Sapphire Lounge." A bit of a ways downtown, I'm afraid. I would be more than happy to pay for half of the taxi fair.

[She prefers to avoid mooching off of Rise when she can avoid it. Not like she's short for cash, anyway.]