Dancer met his gaze stonily for a long, tense moment, then let out a hissing breath.<br/><strong><br/>"Very well, then. If I am to simply be your whore, then a whore I shall be."</strong>There was a flash of light, and suddenly the tabard and greatcoat were gone, replaced by a skirt that barely reached past her thighs, a diaphanous silken top that exposed acres of cleavage, and a pair of stylized cuffs of shimmering gold on her wrists and ankles. She reached up and undid her braid, letting her hair fall in shimmering caramel waves around her shoulders.<br/><strong><br/>"Would your majesty like me to adorn his throneroom, or shall I leave and wait until I am summoned?"</strong>If this was the only way to gain his trust and move up, so be it. She had come this far in life and survived by being adaptable. She wouldn't stop now, and she wouldn't let this beat her.