As the Daeva approach, thegoddess[no I was right] the Goddess gives the smallest flick of a finger (it may have been her left ring finger) and the servants that were attending to her break ranks. They gather behind her in a perfect line, their backs turned away. The beautiful man does not step closer, he maintains his position several steps away. The new arrival looks to those who are probably her lessors, and then a bright smile crosses her lips. A neonate would check for burns from the lustrous beam.
"Oh my goddess, you," The woman gushes openly, "You are divine. You are splendor herself. A perfect porcelain doll without crack of flaw. And the man on your arm. He certainly is fetching. Is he yours? If not, may I have him?" She smiles and winks, perhaps kidding, perhaps not, either way, her words carry a life to them, she has drank from the finest vintages and they have found her wanting.