"As you request, my lady," says Iman softly, smiling to herself, less roguish now with no one watching. She wraps her free arm around the Queen's waist and guides her into the midst of the dance area, leading her along in time to the music.

There is something distantly familiar about this, something that makes it more - potent of an experience than it necessarily should be. Iman never was one to swoon at royalty. It must be something else - but how important can that be, with this gorgeous tall elegant creature so close and so willing to play?

"Is there something else I might call you?" she says after a moment, eyes darting to her majesty's. "If I may be so bold as to ask."