The flower is half the gift.

She's telling herself that, because beneath the half veil and the painted lips she's trying not to break into a sweat in spite of the rain's cooling effects on the street. Her family is powerful, and wealthy as a result, thought they don't chase wealth for it's own sake. She was so casually given something that might be an honor-gift between mother and heir-apparent, a craftsman's final masterpiece, or an antique from the days of old. She was told, while being taught notables of the area, that Azazuka wanted for nothing, but to see it in person was a different story entirely.

It would be remiss to not note, here, that Piripiri is estimating at values here. She was taught shadows, not coin, and while she can play a passable merchant she is not one. Stark and austere has been her life under the tutorship of the Dominion, the better to dazzle the lessors when needed. And there is, of course, no note of blush under that hood, for she's been trained better than that, and would be the first to deny that being given a pretty gift by a pretty lady would stir any such feelings. She'd be lying, but that she's been taught to do masterfully.

Regardless. The flower is half the gift. And so she follows her host into the street, carefully tucking away the gift within a deep inner pocket where none will get at it, and works at the puzzle of being grateful without being enticing. She doesn't want to be enticing, after all, there is no small voice that asks what happens if she damns the consequences. She lies to herself best of all.

[Rolling to figure out Azazuka, starting out strong with a 5]