Mahvash smiled back at that knowing grin, nodding his head as to except the congratulations from the other, playing dumb that he had no idea he had been caught. He had done this many a time and never had anyone gleaned a thing from him. It was infuriating to think he had been caught by a gossip monger like Emyr Kasabian.
The crowd began to file out and Mahvash kicked Jinan, a not so subtle command to crawl to the curtain. Jinan recoiled from the blow but crawled on hands and knees around the perimeter of the booth. It was not their first time having to do this. They fixed their hair and slave's veil before parting the curtain, not from the center, but from the wall. It was there that the slave stood behind Mahvash's bodyguard, as was often the case, waiting for the merchant prince to emerge from the booth. The guard turned to look at Jinan, not saying a word. The large man knew what went on but was as silent as a statue.
Mahvash emerged a few minutes later, appearance flawless and smelling sweet from his perfumes. He smiled to the guard but paid Maram-Jinan no mind as the started to walk through the back halls, Mahvash, Jinan and the guard.