She smirked at the praise and watched him strut off to the shower. Sitting back up, she tossed the sheet that had failed at covering either and picked up her phone. "Yes this is Sofen," she replied and stood up to write down details and confirmations, ordering the limo, drink, and food, as well as confirming the clothes.
"All as you desired, King," she announced and stepped into the shower after him. A perk of his narcissism and fuss over image was just how easy on the eyes he was.