Cythea.

"While both of you are blessed with stinky, nasty, rancid armpits, Cythea's are stinkier. Violet, I hope you didn't have too much investment in being the worse smelling of the two of you." Lumine would say.

"No, no I didn't..." Violet said, as she got up. "Well, I suppose I'll be heading home now. Enjoy your new husband, and may your marriage be successful Cythea." The elf said, as she went to leave.

"Thank you Lumine for deciding for us. May the light illuminate you, and may you remain stinky for the rest of your life." Cythea said, as she also got up and left.

Lumine turned to look at Selene. "So, what do we have next on the agenda today?" She asked her assistant.

"Hmmm. Next up here to seek audience with you is..."