[It's okay, silly! <333 DEFINITELY INTERESTED IN THIS.]
No sooner has Meruna knelt when the doors opened, and none other than the Maharani, Yiroa Ruan, stepped out into the office, with the nervous flesh-sculptor fluttering behind her. Though Yiroa had been frequenting her business for years, the woman still stressed over every visit, desperate to get every detail right. And Yiroa had never seen fit to try to calm or reassure her. She did a fantastic job each and every time, and she saw no reason to let pride go to her head and make her lazy.
"You're pleased, Your Highness?" she asked, for not the first time. "If there are any adjustments that need making, it's honestly no trouble at all! The other appointments can wait.
Striding across the office to the large, full-length mirror there, Yiroa held up her own mirror and turned so she could see herself from behind, admiring her new waist line. That was a new addition; all that slaving away over documents and such had her sitting for long hours, and she feared she'd added a few inches. Now they were gone, just like her wrinkles. Ah, she loved this woman.
"Mm, it'll do for now," she said. "But as you know, I've got business to attend to, and I wouldn't dream of keeping others waiting." Though, of course, she was quite aware that she had. This had been an emergency visit, and the flesh sculptor had squeezed her in between appointments.
With a smile, Yiroa handed the woman back her mirror. "I'll see you again next week at the usual ti--"
She cut off, because it was then that she noticed that it wasn't just an assistant kneeling in the room.
But a Khan.
"Tashina Khan," she said, blanching but forcing a smile despite that. "What a pleasure to see you. Here."
Oh Inima. She had managed to keep these trips a secret until now!