"These dancers are here not for their own enjoyment, but for the...aesthetic appreciation...of the guests." 

Blink blink blink. 

She looks at the dancers. She looks at him. She looks over her shoulder at Lann. She looks back at the Count. 

"...That makes no sense," she says, perplexed. "You," she points at him, "and my friend Lann there," she jerks her thumb back, "are both much prettier with your clothes on than any of those people are in less?" 

Wait, she thinks he's pretty? What? Does she need her eyes checked???

The count laughs. 

"While I'm gratified to hear you say so, I'm afraid my duties as host leave me too busy to join the entertainers in such a manner, not that it isn't a novel thought."

She still doesn't really understand but it's...probably not important. 

"Okay. I'm Lusilla, by the way. And that's Seelah, and Nenio, and Woljif, and Camellia." She already told him Lann's name. 

He raises an eyebrow. "You cannot possibly imagine I'll bother to remember all those names." 

"Well, if you don't, that's on you and not on me, since I said 'em."