Phloi went to sit before her. The early morning sun was shinning but the room was murky as always. Khun Un kept it that way on purpose, being very proud of her fair skin finicky about protecting it from the sun. Lacking in light, the room made up for it by enveloping one in a cloud of lovely scents, mostly emanating from Khun Un's person and garments. It was a Wednesday and she was wearing a green phanung with a deep orange bodice cloth on top, a most correct color combination for Wednesday wear, in accordance with custom as well as the dictates of fashion.