Nahla's eyes flickered about the room just as the flames of candles did upon the opening of the chamber doors. She found herself of two minds in this moment, something she could not afford to remain in once she set foot within this gaudy lair of greed. 

If she played the role of a woman truly changed after thorough discipline by Grace-of-Heaven, of an obedient and wide-eyed subordinate, it would perhaps serve to impact Ruz's view of the Sultan as a woman capable of commanding respect amongst those who may otherwise not show it to her. However, to challenge the vizier's perception would make her more likely to be hostile towards Nahla, an outspoken and "ridiculous" girl who would be so brazen as to caress the Sultan's figure only to be whipped (or rather, tickled) into shape in a single night. Nahla could be branded pathetic and easy to bend, and this meeting would earn the vizier's ire.

On the other hand, if she remained brash and brazen, still offering the minimal necessary respect to the royal court but making it clear she would not be molded into shape by Grace-of-Heaven, it could lead Ruz to seeing her as a potential ally. It would do nothing to improve her opinion of Grace, but it would show the vizier the woman closest to the sultan wouldn't be broken so quickly. Of course, Ruz might want someone who would easily break into subservience, especially if it meant possibly submitting to herself, but if Nahla could play this role properly, maybe, just maybe, she could convince Ruz that what she was doing was for the benefit of the Vizier's selfish machinations.

Mentally hoping that her Majesty would not find out the finer details of this meeting, or could forgive her for her methods, Nahla leaned into the latter as she stepped into Ruz's chambers, closing the door behind her and focusing her gaze forward towards where the vizier's voice emanated from, to not be distracted by her collection.

"You've called for me, Grand Vizier. Want to see just how the [i]Sultan[/i] sanded down my rough edges?" Her words were said with a hint of bemused annoyance, to show the lady before her that her tongue still carried a fine edge. A lopsided grin, some grit molars, a few fingers clenching into a semi-held fist. Ruz brought the fire wheels to Sjackal, and she brought Nahla to Grace's bedchambers. If she wanted a brute, she would have one.