The woman Maia ushered in wasn't dressed in anything nearly so flashy, rather in a very simple, classic black Chanel dress matched with heels and offset with pearls, hair worn up, which nicely accentuated the golden choker of her collar imprinted with a small Fae-family mark on one side. She wanted to set an example for how she preferred to be treated immediately - not like one of the naked, filthy slaves in a cage at auction, and not like one of those tarted up in something tiny to be passed around like a party favour. It wasn't to say that she couldn't or wouldn't be willing to put the desires of her clients first. She had, and she would. But Maia's first impression of her ought to be as she was used to being seen before drawing any other conclusions too hastily.
It didn't surprise her to see that the mistress ran a tight ship, either. Rajani hated her just a little, for having made her wait so long to see her, playing that game - it meant she'd had to leave the matter of moving to Crescent Hills undecided until after the full moon. But that didn't matter so much as how this meeting went.
She paused as the mistress entered the door to her office, assessing if there was a chair she would be expected to sit in, or if she would have to kneel. Or worse.