Lion Head Mesa life doesn't always go my way

You cannot deny them, you know.
One of the many lessons played on repeat for Nazli now, in her head. She heard one voice or another telling her the truth of her station: that she couldn't ever say no to a man now, not really. Things were expected of her. Even if that man happened to be priest.
Her answer came quickly, as a slow nod and a demure look at the ground — say more with less. It was enough of a prompt accompanied by Nazli stepping aside as if to escort the man back to the corridor; he could take the lead from there.
How has your um, work been? Take interest in their interests, someone had told her. Nazli did not know Senmut now worked with a priestess.