Lion Head Mesa purgatory

Oh, how sweet this Queen — untainted by the misgivings of men and lust, of the dishonorable end of servanthood. Perhaps Inji, too, must be lucky — maybe this meant there was no use for such debauchery within this kingdom. She shakes her head. How would she go about explaining it? It's like, um, accompanying men. Yes, that was concise enough; hopefully without causing fear or disgust.
The Queen goes on to delve further into Akashingo's flair — the sesh, who Inji gathered to be the healers. The baths, the potential tasks that may be at her hands sooner rather than later. To each one, she nods fervently; the Queen seems delighted to have additional help, and from what Inji sees of the busy redstone halls, she understands why.
Everything is beautiful — adorned with gemstones and intricate murals, these well-maintained underground passageways that lead to the wellspring. She is starstruck, jaw agape as everything is taken in.
Your home is incredible, hemet-nekheb, the note about her title is jotted with ballpoint in the back of her mind; she settles on the formal calling from her native tongue. It rolls smoothly from her lips. I... really cannot thank you enough, for taking a chance on me. I am fully at your service.
But repayment was not so simple — this sweet girl had already done so much! But an idea is brought to mind. Say, her eyebrows raise, girlish and giddy, cheeks aflush. what's your favorite kind of jewelry?