Naiobe watches impassively while the servants strip and hang Corwin's offering. The albino begs prettily, and her tears just make her achingly beautiful. Still, Naiobe's enjoyment stays private, and her face remains a mask of indifference. "You'll likely want the dress you gave her back. There is no way that a tavernkeeper's daughter could afford such a thing." She points to the pile of beautiful garments on the floor, while the jeers from the next room over can be heard. The woman won't be allowed to simply hang there and be forgotten; she'll be molested and fondled and leered at through the meal.<br/><br/>"How's you dinner?"