Maybe...

The first thing that signaled the arrival of her Royal Tailor was the thick, pungent smell of rancid, sour, hot vinegar. A smell that nearly all Gorgons were fond of, even if quite a few Gorgons didn't like other stenches.

The next thing was the loud, and argumentative sounding, hisses of the black and gold snakes atop her head. Ophelia always had snakes that were as poor behaved as they were smelly.

And finally came the Gorgon herself, running in latex boots and a simple tunic. Notably out of the latex dress that she wore normally. "My Queen! Something important has came up! Though uh, I deeply apologise if it isn't important enough to warrant your attention, and submit myself to be punished for wasting your time if it isn't..."

Lebentina rolled her eyes, knowing full well that Ophelia was only doing that because she was one of the few Gorgons with a full blown fetish for everything grimy and smelly. "Spit it out then."