There was a knock on the study's door before Angelique opened the door, stepping inside. Gesturing at Tehr, she bowed her head a little as a woman walked in with light brown hair curly but cut neatly at her shoulders height. Her eyes were a shade of dark chocolate, her lips lightly rosy, and her skin fair and smooth.<br/><br/>She wore an extravagant dress seeming to have been made of quite a thin fabric, flowing down on her form eerily the corset she wore mingled with that skirt and strip of cloth above the corset to cover her breasts with. There was fine detailing in the cloth, in shape of faint image that seemed to live as her dress moved, a landscape with several small characters, her each motion shifting their placement. The dress in itself must have cost a fortune to cut, and yet that detail was so very easy to miss from a distance, leaving it looking so deceptively simple.<br/><br/>"Master, may I present to you Joanne Faudin d'Dale, sister of Johr-" Angelique's introduction to the lady was cut short by the lady clearing her throat. "I have a private matter to talk about with your owner, girl. Be more tactful and leave us alone." Her tone was snapping, used to commanding. She showed a sweet smile as she turned her eyes to Tehr however, speaking up in a far more warm tone of voice.<br/><br/>"I have heard great things about you, and I have to say you knew how to strike an impression. Even the Queen took notice, and that is something that demands attention." Joanne showed him a white teethed smile, as well as an ample cleavage in leaning ahead, her dress' corset pushing her large breasts up, and the tight cloth in the dress making it easy to see even things a fine lady should not be showing to a man she just met.<br/><br/>"I will need to be honest with you now that there's no pesky commoners to listen to the words here though." She moved a little closer. "Your reputation has impressed me, and your actions have shown you to be a remarkable man. There is nothing more arousing in the court than a powerful man. Word is the Queen granted you special priviledge. Some even whisper you are the new consort in secret, but that you may not reveal it at risk of losing that." She chuckled in a soft tone of voice, raising a hand on her heaving bosom. "That is why I believe you would be a man both powerful and smart enough to be able to charm yours truly here." She smiled in a smug, proud manner but lifting her ample bosom up higher, her face smooth and flawless, her waist thin, her arms graceful, her perfume up close reminding of musk yet also containing a light flowery scent to it.<br/><br/>"So I have come to grant that boon of being allowed to court myself. You would also raise the Wynt house name when it became apparent you are securing ties with the powerful house Dale..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I may be too tired to play the above part right, but I hope you tolerate it.</div></div>