Oh, Ianthe knew that game. She'd spent her entire life watching her sister wield her looks like a finery honed blade and prey upon those that thought she was nothing but boobs and hair. Peony was pretty but she was no Coronabeth.

"I'll be sure to have either Yorik or Viola on hand, assuming skeletons don't bother you." And if they did, she'd probably still bring one to take those notes for her. It was still technically Ianthe taking the notes but she was lazy enough to let a construct write them.

"And Ianthe is fine. Careful showing your deference to me while on festival grounds. I've chosen to be a Submissive, and your cuff denotes you as a Dominant."