Cheth raises a finger, trailing a red glow. He smiles, eyes closed.
Cheth: Now then: let's get the Queen-Admiral a seat that suits her.
From the side, a simpler chair is carried over by four Redtider rats, all looking cheerful as they each hold onto a leg of the chair. They drop it next to Phaedra with a THUNK. She looks confused. Then, looks up at Cheth, unimpressed and crossing her arms.
Phaedra: I want to sit at my desk.
Cheth's red strings drag her down into the chair. She looks suitably startled.
Cheth: Then EARN it.
The two Cheths relax on the couch in front of the graphical print of Cheline, bathing it in red light. The woman looks calm, holding the bottle in anticipation. The man presses his fingers together gleefully, as Phaedra looks on, even less impressed. She looks terribly uncomfortable in her chair.