Yvanna's room was luxurious, ample and well lit, so packed with all sorts of exotic plants it felt closer to a greenhouse, ample crystal windows allowed in the moonlight. She was luxuriating in a divan, combing her hair, softly humming a melody. A slave with it's own room is unheard off, much less one with a room fit for a princess, but the soft steps alert her, and she confirms that her guest is on the right place:

"Galdol mellon, Welcome friend, are you my company for the night?"

She turns, setting the comb down. She is practically naked, splayed in a position that barely covers her, yet shows no shame at all; in fact, she seems strangely proud in her nudity, wears is with pride.

We've got a gawker, or a shy one, ceþula gwê

She beckons her visit closer, with a slow roll of her index.