The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shiori]

"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you."

[NPCs]

"Nu-uh," Dream objected. "I really liked the food a lot."

Emiko giggled lightly, inclining her head. "Of course, oh mmajestic being. This is good." She sighed then, rising to her feet. "I have to ggo give mmy thanks to the others." Her regret, be it about having to leave Shiori, having to talk to the other dozen or so guests, or both, is palatable. 

[Shiori]

Shiori rises as well, sinking into a deep bow. "Then, thank you very much for inviting me."

[NPCs]

Shiori hadn't been on her feet for thirty seconds before she was approached by one of the other attendees. "You're a new face at these little get-togethers," the noblewomen observed with a smile. She was of age of Shiori and Emiko of course, a plain looking elf in purple.

[Shiori]

She gives a small polite bow. "Hajimemashite. I am Shoiri, recently returned having been divorced from my foreign spouse. I am now wed to Ryuu Genji."

[NPCs]

"I am Hakuchou Meimel,"  the still stranger replied with a slight incline of her head. "Welcome home. Dare I hope you enjoyed yourself today?" There was a sly, amused, thread in her polite question.

[Shiori]

"But of course," says Shiori gaily. "And yourself?"

[NPCs]

"As well as one might, given... Well. It's nice that you were able to find some outer lining in this little social." She smiled, the edges hinting at a smirk.

[Shiori]

"I have no idea to what you may be referring. I have had a lovely time."

[NPCs]

"Mmh, is that so?" she murmured, then shrugged one shoulder in a small motion. "How splendid. Will we be seeing you more often then?"

[Shiori]

"I should think so, yes."

[NPCs]

"Good to know," she murmured, then dipped her head. "Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you, but I should say farewell to everyone else."

[Shiori]

Shoiri gives a properly respectful bow, as if to show her up. "Of course. Have a lovely rest of your day."

[NPCs]

Shiori got a hum of acknowledgement as the woman left. In the following couple of minutes, as people began to leave, she was approached by two more ladies. Both conversations were slight variations on the first, leaving Shiori with the impression that Emiko is thought of not as the host of these parties but simply the bankroller. Eventually, however, everyone has departed, Shiori among them. 

Outside, she saw Jassinth waiting for her; he'd escorted her down, but the backroom was set aside for the invited nobles only. He didn't notice her for a few seconds, his attention on the bag of tea in his hands.

[Shiori]

Shoiri's heart skips a beat when she sees him, the way his hair frames his face, the way his delicate yet dexterous hands fiddle with the opening to the bag. Oh. Oh dear. 

She doesn't let any of it show. She just walks past him, coughing slightly to alert him to fall in line, as though he were just a servant.