The Central Bazaar

Clothes were made and hemmed and tailored to fit to Felina's body. Hasna switched back and forth between Felina's common tongue and Sakandi, and even Nashay tried to say a few words in common in order to bond with the golden-haired Sabina-in-Training. In the end, Felina had a new wardrobe of Sakandi appropriate clothing, as well as sashes meant to be worn within the bathhouse. Clothes, sandals, and even a bit of jewelry.

When the girls left the shop, they were both cloaked in new gowns that showed off their figures and highlighted their beauty. Hasna's arm twined with Felina's again, keeping her close to the Sakandi's woman side. She gestured to the beautiful floating lights that were every where from right in their faces to even higher above than the Tallak ak Ara.

"Do you see those lights, Shashana?" Hasna asked, her dark head tipped to Felina's as they moved through the bazaar at a slow pace.

Miroell, of House Oramaj, traveled down the 'Golden Road' within the Bazaar, so named for it was paved in mosaic pattern leading from the harbor to the center of the city in the most perplexing manner possible, and lead to the more reputable, noteworthy or attention-attracting wares, shops and stalls. It was the most sought after 'Road' by the Merchant class, and as thus it was the most crowded. Even still, Miroell navigated the road with ease only trained by those who traveled it regularly. Her bust made their presence known among those around her, and deftly touched those who didn't respect their approach.

She was dressed in her usual, revealing outfit. The fabric was strained around her chest, creating an obvious 'spilling', and as such she was on the look-out for new clothes to better fit her, her attention drawn to fabric of silk and fine cloth from far-away lands.

Of course, behind her was her trust attendee, who was charged with assisting the Noble Born, and carrying the material wealth and bought purchases. Of course, no one really did notice how she looked like because of the sheer gravity of attention Miroell was taking.

Miroell let out a soft, playful gasp as she saw Maharet standing before her. Her lips curved into a bright smile as she leaned her head forward into a careful bow. Deep enough to be respectful, yet restrained enough to not loose her precious balance. Afterwards, she would gingerly approach Maharet and carefully place the palms of her hand upon the Lady's shoulder, and give her a brief embrace as a sign of friendship, their combined breasts giving a deep view for those on the sides.

"Oh, there is a feast happening soon? I had no idea! A glorious occasion is upon us! My, I -must- visit Ahemedan now and get something done~!" She says in her usual carefree, joyous tone. She's always been known as the 'High Maintenance Cost' of the circle she was in, given that the Dijinn seemed to have deemed her worthy of such incredible orbs... 

"Oh! Yes! That reminds me!" She says as she lets go of Maharet's left shoulder and turns around, a circle had been formed around the two high-stationed Noble Caste, possibly out of fear of the repercussion should anything befall them, and she raises up her right and... Presents her Attendee. She is a young woman, with black hair, olive-black skin of a Tribe's man, and dressed in finery well beyond her station. She looks fidgety, as if the number of people around her are making her nervous. Her green eyes look up towards Miroell, looking pleadingly at her for a second, to which Miroell recognizes and beckons her forward to approach. The Attendee makes quick steps towards Miroell, and wraps  her arms around Miroell's thin waist, looking no-less fidgety than previously, but does look calm. 

"I call her 'Mute'. She's my newest attendee! She's utterly precious, but her muteness doesn't translate well into conversations, you know? So, we have a system! It's still a work in progress but it helps get the message across. Maybe in the next months, we could teach her how to write?" 

Another high point of Miroell, being her overwhelming ability to find poor, unfortunate people in need, and raise them up into her cadre temporarily until they have composed themselves and are fit to walk the streets again. Somehow it works, currently. But there have been notable events in the past where it hasn't.

"I mean, she hasn't complained yet...?" Miroell glances curiously at Mute, who doesn't even seem to notice to words spoken towards or about her, as her focus is entirely on the crowd around. Miroell doesn't seem to notice Maharet's step backwards "Besides, I can't really go around calling her by her True name, not that she has divulged it to me. So, Mute works as a a Chosen Name, don't you agree?" Miroell tells Maharet with a innocent, bubbly smile.

Miroell's mind does wander to the constant movement darting around her as the people of the lower classes continue to make their way around the three ladies. "Should we continue on? I'm assuming you came from the same direction as I?" Miroell asked as innocently as she could, given her general bubbly, airheaded personality, which doesn't help the rumors of daily meetings with the various Sabina Taliphs...

Miroell blinked her eyelids as she saw Maharet's reaction, Miroell's curiosity raised by it as she failed to make the connections. Oblivious to a fault, it seems. She did allow the Lady to wrap her arms around Miroell's, because who would deny the Niece of the Emira, and let herself to be led onward along the Golden Road.

Miroell released Mute, who quickly assumed her previous position of 'Respectful Distance', standing among Maharet's attendants and giving them curious looks, judging them silently.

"Oh, I've been stellar! Nothing cataclysm has happened, so I'm still free to wander the city as I please. And no, Father has not decided upon that yet. I'm not sure if he wants me to age further with wisdom, or if he treasures me too much to let me go. Or I'm simply a liability as my tongue tends to wiggle..." Miroell replies with a soft sigh, smiling gently to herself as she seems astutely aware of her 'Inabilities', her personality traits rather dangerous in the world of politics. "Could be worse, I suppose. Politics are dreadfully... Uncouth? Am I using that word right?" Miroell voices, the last sentence more aimed at herself than Maharet, though she let the question hang in between them as they walked.

"I-... Have to confess something." Miroell said, taking a quick stop that would make her bust quake enticingly in the flimsy clothes they were contained in. She turned to face Maharet, taking a hold of both of the Lady's hands and lifting them up, placing them against her cleavage and causing a noticeable bulge to the sides. However, the look of sincerity in her eyes, a slightly, sad pout upon her lips, her frame slightly leaning forward in an attempt to convey the truth towards Maharet!

"I... Don't know how to swim."

Miroell would then quickly proceed to bring the back of her left hand towards her forhead, her body turning away from Maharet in... Fake shame. It became quite obvious the turning point between sincerity and acting. "At last, you know my shame, my sorrow, my heartbreak. I could never wed one of the ocean, for I do not know the oceans embrace, its warmth nor its sadness...!"

After three seconds, she would burst into a giggle, unable to hold her cool for much longer before turning again towards Maharet again, letting go of her right hand that Miroell still held against her cleavage. "No, but really. I don't know how to swim. I'm not even sure I can swim." Miroell says as she turns her body back to face Maharet, moving both of her hands beneath her "floaters", her massive breasts, and making them bounce to further emphasis her point of reason, the strapped-bra-like wrapping around her bust threatening to burst by the shifting weight, which was clearly unnoticed by Miroell as she didn't stop at the first signs. 

While Miroell remained oblivious to the greater world outside of the two quite pleasant women of the court talking, Mute's observant eyes were quite aware of the surroundings. She even visibly cringed once she saw how Maharet stiffened upons Miroell's touch. Once Maharet had distracted Miroell's attention from bouncing her breasts, Mute was already moving.

Mute grabbed a simple silk cloth from a vendor nearby, the cloth unfolding rather visually and dramatically in front of the store-vendor who was trying to get a better view of the action. His trained eyes did however notice the 'thiefing' attendant and proceeded to start shouting. "H-HE--..." His words were quickly taken away from him as he proceeded to see what Mute was in-fact doing with the silk.

Miroell proceeded to look up from her own breasts, a considerable 'slip' of her hot-pink areolas was plainly visible for a brief moment, perhaps two seconds, before the massive breasts were completely covered by Mute's borrowed silk cloth. An action very few men of nobility would have sanctioned on their wifes, and even fewer ladies of nobility would have allowed at all! However, Miroell remained simply oblivious to the sudden silk covering her breasts. "Huh?" Was all that Miroell was able to release before Mute held up the unfurled silk cloth at Miroell's neck, and used her other hand to pull Miroell's right arm to that position.

Without really making a conscious choice, Miroell's finger gripped on the silk cloth, and Mute went busy on the cloth. A lot of suggestive shuffling happened beneath the silk covers, and all that Miroell chimed up was "A-ah! C-cold!", followed with a short gasp and a moan as she was put into place, Miroell biting on her lower lip as she was forced to endure what seemed to be considerable effort of Mutes part to cover up the areolas of Miroell.

Granted, Maharet could accurately assume that Miroell would have ignored the obvious display on the bases that 'She couldn't do anything about it'. Not that it would have been the most egregious display that has befallen Miroell's public display, this did really rank up with them. Thankfully, the Golden Road was quite crammed at this point, and only the most forward positioned people and a few shopkeepers could properly bear witness to the display that was abound to spread through the City in a firestorm. 'Another day in the city with that Bimbo...' could somehow be heard in the background.

Sooner than expected, yet longer than hoped, Mute re-emerged from beneath the silk cloth, and took away the silk from Miroell's blushing figure, her teethes still grinding into her lower lip while Mute folded the silk up again, paid 'Damages' to the shopkeep and took up her previous position. Maharet could see a better picture of the two's relationship now, and a hint of the cleverness the Head of Oramaj displayed with the choice of Mute, a raised tribes-woman with little regard to social standing and a certain rough-handedness that was required with Miroell, to literally babysit the incredibly simple Miroell.

However, the display of maturity wasn't over, was thanks to the energized handling, there were now rather obvious headlights in front of her top, with pleasant, if not sizable bulges presenting them outwards. "A-ah. Yes. Hm... Maybe you would do me the pleasure of teaching me?" Miroell onward from the interrupted conversation as if nothing had happened. "... T-though I would understand if you declined. I'm certain that a high lady of the court have many businesses to take care of and can't spare the time with me." Miroell said, shockingly diplomatic about it, though you could see a hint of sadness in her eyes as she was unfamiliar with the concept of 'Poker face', and 'Hiding emotions'. As most things important to the court did escape her. A pleasantly simple woman, as usual.