Margaery had met quite a collection of new acquaintances and friends so far in this new place, many of them of quite high standing; gods, of course. Others of royal blood. Super-soldiers- as she had heard one of them say at some point earlier this week... Whatever this strange 'hotel's intent or design, it almost certainly had something to do with extraordinary people.
Finally meeting High King Elliot of Fillory had put a spring in her step since the arrangement had been made, and when she opened her personal chamber door, the sight that greeted her certainly justified her anticipation. Wearing what she deemed one of her more formal dresses, she greeted him with a gracious (and genuine) rose-cheeked smile.