A knock on the door

You get up from bed and answer the door. Standing there is Eliza's head serving girl, one of the few non-nobles you've come across that speaks Almain. She is a quiet girl of the typical variety: short, tan, with black, wavy hair and brown eyes. She bows as you open the door.

"Good evening, your majesty. I hope I did not interrupt your sleep, but I am under orders. My mistress, the Duchess, knows men's thoughts can be clouded," she says, sounding a bit unsure of her word choice, "when they spend too much time alone. Which is why she has provided bedwarmers, should you desire one." She finishes quickly, like she is glad to be done with her message. "Bedwarmers?" you ask confused. The girl gives an exasperated sigh, like she didn't want to go into detail but has had to multiple times already.

"The Duchess has hired several ladies of the night for her guests. Do you want one?" You would be mad at her impudent tone if the content of her speech didn't distract you. Bedwarmers, eh?