Though out of earshot from those speaking, She is not oblivious to the attention, though her regal posture and haughty air don't betray it, and She remains stoic... one long, golden-skinned leg relaxes, settles upon the floor, as She languidly re-crosses Her legs and extends one slender hand to take up a silver goblet, just over the arm of Her Chair.  She swirls it in Her hand, eyeing it coldly, then brings it to Her lips and tilting Her head back for a long swallow, Her slender throat working and full breasts thrusting forth ever-so-subtly.<br/>She's practically dripping sex, with a capital S... in case the idea isn't already clear.