Having rejected all her ordinary suitors, it had perhaps been assumed that the princess would be more willing to endure the company of someone less ordinary. And so it was that the person brought before her only... vaguely resembled her suitors.

The outfit was familiar enough. But although dressed like a nobleman, the newcomer seemed obviously female, given the curves of her waist and hips, and the way her silk jacket strained over her bust. And there was no immediate sign that she would in fact be capable of solving the "problem" at hand.

Sayako hoped she was keeping her emotions from showing too much on her face. She knew, of course, that the princess was graceful and attractive, and would readily have admitted that she'd love a chance to spend the night with her - but it was always been only an idle fantasy. Now that it seemed like it might become a reality... it was terrifying. What if she displeased the princess? What if she hurt the princess?

"Princess," she said, flushing almost as red as Ce'Nedra's hair. "I... I was asked to assist you with a... delicate matter?"

What, nervous? She wasn't nervous at all! She did this all the time! Right?