Volunteered for the day. Thought serving a Queen in a frilly dress might be a spot of fun, but neglected to account for the men taking advantage to leer at my arse.

[She gives the lady a queer look for a second... then sighs and chuckles. Something tells her the lady wouldn’t be receptive to her usual brand of coarse flattery.]

The Lady Siofra Whelan, chosen of Fyrshala Incandescent. At your service - a mite more literally than usual. Have ye been at Lunatia long?