Keara could feel the beautiful woman's gaze on her and fought the urge to blush. While she was confident with men like Dante, having a woman appreciate her so openly was a new situation. No one would've ever done it back home.
"A-aye, are ye sure? I'd be happy ta go get one fer ye." She offered shyly. While she was a guest, she was still technically a slave here while the woman was free. "I believe they're close to the gift table."