"Ah, Lady Ruz, how kind of you to grace us with your presence this evening!"
Nahla bowed her head before the Vizier, finding faux hospitality to be the best tool within her toolshed for tonight. If they were to pull this off, they needed the Vizier in a place of comfort in order to more likely buy their trick.

"I do not see your [i]charming[/i] daughter, is Lady Rosethal preoccupied for the evening?" Her veil served as a saving grace, hiding the faint hints of a sneer of contempt for the aforementioned girl. And this new girl, whoever she was, she seemed somewhat troublesome to read. She looked at Grace-of-Heaven with an awe, and approached with an unexpected awkwardness. If her language was anything to go off of, perhaps she was an art curator? The gaze aimed at the sultan was an observational one that admired her beauty. This combined with Ruz' dirty tricks before made Nahla worry that this guest may have been invited to this private dinner to do some humiliating or unsavory thing- yet, her gaze was not lustful as Nahla would expect if that were the case. If Ruz had brought her here, then kissing up to the vizier also meant kissing up to her, and if she was studying Grace-of-Heaven not with a lustful eye, then-

"Entire galleries, you say? That's quite the claim you make. Do you think yourself the artist with the proficiency to do such? Of course, if your artistry has satisfied Lady Ruz, I would be delighted to see what 'messages' you may gleam from my Sultan. Ah, but where are my manners! I am Nahla, lady-in-waiting to the sultan, and for tonight, I shall be your entertainment."

Nahla bowed to the painter, a practiced motion that she had gone through so often throughout her life that it had become second nature. Beneath her veil, her cheeks shifted upwards as she gave the artist an unseen (but hopefully not unfelt) radiant smile.